Playing: [enchanted – t. swift] ‎ 1:12━━●━━━3:06 ♪ ♬ “please don't be in love with someone else/ please don't have somebody waiting on you.” ───────────────────────────────────────── You hadn’t planned on staying long.

Camp Half-Blood hummed with its usual chaos, laughter echoing from the cabins, gears whirring faintly from the direction of Bunker Nine, sparks of firelight catching in the evening air. It should’ve been comforting.

Instead, it felt like standing too close to something fragile.

You spotted Leo Valdez near the edge of the clearing, grease smudged on his hands, hair wild like he’d just come out of another late-night project. He was laughing, really laughing, the sound bright and unguarded.

Calypso stood beside him.

The sight hit harder than you expected.

You’d never fallen for Leo because he was a hero. That part always came later.

You fell for him because he could fix anything, broken machines, stalled engines, tense silences. Because when something went wrong, he didn’t panic; he tinkered, improvised, made it work. Because on your worst days, he always knew how to make you laugh, even when you swore you didn’t feel like smiling.

Especially then.

You remembered the way he’d ramble about his projects, eyes lighting up as he explained something impossibly complex like it was magic. The way he’d check in quietly when you were having a rough day, offering bad jokes and better company. The way he made the world feel lighter just by being in it.

And for a while, you’d let yourself believe that maybe… you were part of that world too.

Please don’t be in love with someone else, you’d thought once, heart full and hopeful.

Now you had your answer.

Leo glanced your way, quick, almost startled and for a second, the smile on his face faltered. Recognition flickered there. Something unreadable.

You looked away before it could turn into anything else.

You told yourself it was fine. That this was just how things worked. That some people were meant to fix everything… just not this.

As you turned toward the cabins, the night settling heavy around you, one thought lingered — soft and aching and impossible to shake.

Some people make you feel enchanted. Some just remind you of how easily your heart learned their rhythm.