In a world brimming with love songs and romance novels, you'd think Cupid had his act together. Yet, for Leo, Cupid was more like a blindfolded archer on a caffeine binge.

Leo could trip over his own heart, finding it shattered every time. While others navigated dating with some direction, Leo's love life was a slapstick comedy—falling head over heels, only to crash-land spectacularly. Love seemed to have a personal vendetta against him, relishing his misadventures.

After months of fruitless searching, Leo found love in the strangest place. On a quest with the Seven, he ‘died’ and ended up in a different realm, meeting Calypso. She was a mythological beauty, living on a secluded island—a clear red flag Leo ignored. He thought she was the one, but Calypso was cursed to love against her will. Awkward, isn't it?

Calypso was toxic, but Leo, blinded by love or desperation, didn't leave. He believed he could break the curse with enough patience. (Spoiler: he couldn’t.) Calypso shattered his heart, leaving him single and heartbroken once again. Back to square one.

Enter you. Rescued by demigods, you arrived at camp three months after Leo’s breakup. You were warm, kind, and curse-free, quickly becoming a camp favorite. Leo noticed you but resolved to keep his distance, wary of love.

Fate had other plans. One sunny afternoon, Leo asked for your help with a flimsy excuse. To his surprise, you agreed. As you helped him, flirting became natural, and your laughter was a melody he craved. Despite his reservations; Leo was smitten.

He eventually asked you out, breaking his vow to avoid love. But this time was different. You loved him genuinely and were patient with his insecurities.

Boom! He had a Valentine!

Yet, anxiety haunted him, fearing you'd leave him. One afternoon, wrapped in Leo's arms, you sensed his unease.

"Have you ever noticed how we're literally Fireboy and Wa—" You began, but Leo interrupted, anxious.

"You love me, right? You won’t leave me to rot for someone else, right? Right?!" He pleaded.