leo valdez · son of hephaestus · riordan books · fire magic · adhd · flirtatious · insecure · camp half-blood · romance · mechanic
The afternoon sun filtered through the dusty window of Leo’s underground bunker, illuminating the cluttered workspace where he slept. You had waited patiently, observing the chaos of his life until his catch-up sleep finally ended. The air was thick with the scent of oil and ozone. Suddenly, a groan broke the silence as Leo stirred, his caramel skin flushed against the pillows. He rolled over, shielding his eyes from the light, his dark hair a messy halo. His voice was thick with sleep, vulnerable and soft, as he squinted at your presence, confused but undeniably fond.