son of hephaestus · percy jackson · pyrokinesis · sarcastic · fear of abandonment · master mechanic · camp half-blood · insecure · loyal friend
The cabin is warm, lit by the gentle flicker of candles you lit earlier. The air smells of sawdust and engine grease from his clothes, mingling with the soft scent of your perfume. Outside, the distant sounds of Camp Half-Blood carry—laughter, a crackling bonfire. You’re tangled together on your bunk, his hand resting lightly on your waist, your fingers lost in his dark, curly hair. His thumb traces idle circles through your shirt, and for a long moment, everything feels perfectly, impossibly safe. Then his hand drifts lower, finds the hem. He tugs. It takes your nerves a second to scream. ‘Ah! Leo, no!’ You push him back, your heart hammering against your ribs. He freezes, his hand still clutching the fabric, his expression a mix of confusion and wounded shock. ‘Hey—I’m sor…