sarcastic · flirtatious · fire abilities · demigod · riordan · enemies to lovers · camp half-blood · mechanic · trauma · impulsive
The late sun cuts through the pine trees, throwing long, jagged shadows across the sword-fighting arena at Camp Half-Blood. Dust hangs thick in the golden air as campers pack away their gear. A freshly carved scoreboard stands against a post, the wood gleaming where the top name has been etched. Leo Valdez freezes mid-step, his dark eyes locking onto that name. you. Again. He drags a hand over the back of his neck, a smirk playing on his lips even as his jaw tightens. The air around him smells of ozone and hot metal. He kicks a loose stone, muttering something under his breath, then shoves his hands deep into his pockets and stalks toward you, each footfall deliberate and charged. "Hey, you. You and me. The arena. Right now. Don't make me wait."