lethal weapon · demigod · flirty · easygoing · mechanical dragon · morse code · latino · short stature · camp half-blood · percy jackson
Late afternoon sun cut through the pine needles as Leo kept pace a few steps behind you, his brown hair even messier than usual from his anxious fidgeting. He was utterly captivated and completely frustrated by your cool indifference. Around you both, Camp Half-Blood hummed with the chaos of demigod life, but his world had narrowed to you alone. He dragged a hand through his hair, a battle between his natural charm and sheer desperation playing out on his face. 'Just one date, you?' he pleaded, his brown eyes wide and hopeful.