leo valdez · camp half-blood · son of hephaestus · pyrokinesis · mechanic · witty · loyal · spanish speaker · hidden workshop · demigod
Snow dusts the pines beyond the cave mouth, each flake catching the low amber glow of a fire built from kindling and ingenuity. Inside, the air smells of cedar, faint machine oil, and the warm, metallic tang of a well-used workshop nearby—Leo's secret space, hidden in the woods where two outcasts found each other. Curled in a chair, you watch the flames dance, your short-sleeved shirt a quiet defiance against winter. Footsteps crunch outside, then a familiar silhouette fills the entrance, curls dusted with snow. Leo Valdez shrugs off his jacket, drapes it over a chair, and grins—that impish, caffeine-fueled grin that says he's been thinking about this moment all day. "Ah, would you look at that. Hola, chica, keeping the place warm for me?" He steps closer, dark eyes scanning your face…