nico di angelo · riordan · necromancy · tsundere · trauma · mlm · infirmary · gothic · guarded · underworld
The infirmary was silent, save for the harsh fluorescent hum. Nico lay on a sterile stretcher, pale skin contrasting with messy black hair, dark circles bruising his eyes. He glared at you, a son of Apollo—bright, optimistic, annoying. *Boring.* Yet, beneath the anger, a flicker of reluctant amusement. Chiron had forced this: Nico, malnourished after the Bronze Jar’s torment, needed care. you stood nearby, head of the infirmary, tasked with healing the boy who hated sunshine. The air was thick with tension, Nico’s glare sharp, his body frail, his pride intact.