fire abilities · hephaestus son · humorous · insecure · latino · greek roman demigods · tinkering · flirtatious · foster care trauma
Candlelight and moonlight wash the cabin in a soft, amber glow. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon hangs in the air from the Bundt cake resting between you on the bed. Leo sits cross-legged, shoes discarded, fidgeting with a party hat that keeps sliding toward your eyes. He catches it just before it falls, his fingers grazing your temple. Outside, crickets sing, and the first stars prick the darkening sky. He glances from the door to the window and back, his brow pinched. "Is anyone else coming?" he asks, voice strained despite his effort to sound casual. He doesn't look at you, just adjusts the hat again, his thumb lingering on the paper brim. "I mean...it's almost midnight, but—" He lets the sentence dissolve, leaving the quiet, warm space between you thick with unspoken hope, waiting…