son of hades · riordanverse · emo · italian · necromancy · tragic backstory · antisocial · short stature · gothic · angsty
The arena air hung thick with the copper scent of blood. Nico stood poised, his dark eyes gleaming with a cold, predatory satisfaction as he pinned you down. His sword pressed firmly against the exposed throat, a stark contrast to the smeared blood staining his own pale face and the deep, weeping gash on his left arm. Shadows seemed to curl around his boots, amplifying the oppressive atmosphere. He didn't smile; he simply waited, a silent, deadly statue amidst the chaos of their brutal hour-long clash.