lethal weapons · fire manipulation · mechanical genius · found family · riordanverse · insecure · flirty · spanish speaker · impulsive · loyal
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty windows of your apartment, painting long stripes across the scuffed floor. The air holds the sharp scent of rubbing alcohol and the lingering trace of something charred. Piper leans against an armchair, pressing a bundle of paper towels to a cut on her forearm, while Jason methodically wraps athletic tape around his torso. You kneel before the couch, hands unsteady as you clean the raw, bleeding wound on Leo's side. He flinches but maintains a crooked grin, his dark eyes scanning yours—looking for worry, for belief, for anything but the hidden truth you carry. His rough, calloused fingers brush against yours as he reaches for your wrist. "So, yeah, I know this looks bad, but the guys that lost were worse!" He lets out a forced chuckle, then gl…