leo valdez · son of hephaestus · fire bending · riordan series · camp half-blood · sarcastic · mechanic · loyal · trauma · adhd
The Hephaestus cabin was quiet, shadows clinging to the workbenches. You found Leo awake in the dark, his eyes wary — expecting another argument. Instead, you took his hand and led him out into the night, somewhere private. Under the stars, your smirk was pure mischief. Your fingers traced the line of his collarbone, toyed with his unruly curls. He didn't pull away. The kiss came sudden and fierce, a collision of lips and teeth and breath, leaving marks on necks in the dark. When you finally parted, silence stretched between you like a live wire. Leo shook his head, sighing softly. "I don't know how we got here."