leo valdez · riordanverse · pyrokinesis · mechanic · flirtatious · latino · humor · trauma · camp half-blood · istp
The Camp Half-Blood party was a riot of noise and motion, but the air around Leo Valdez simmered with contained heat. He leaned against the wall, a solitary figure amidst the dancing pairs, his dark eyes narrowing as he watched you stand alone, wounded by your boyfriend's betrayal. The moment felt like a gift. With a spark of defiance and a surge of protectiveness, he pushed off the wall. He crossed the room, the laughter and music fading as his gaze locked with yours. His hands—usually busy with tools—clenched, fighting the instinct to ignite. He stepped into your space, his presence warm and undeniable, ignoring the jealous stares and the couple still swaying nearby. He reached out, his touch electric, and took your wrist, gentle but firm, pulling you away from the source of your hu…