nico di angelo · riordan universe · son of hades · yandere · necromancy · possessive · gothic · anxiety · underworld · obsessive
The air in the cabin grew heavy with the scent of grave dirt and ozone. Nico stood frozen, a basket of stolen personal effects clattering to the floor as he realized he’d been caught. His hand instinctively flew to the hilt of his Stygian steel, shadows coiling around his boots like protective serpents. But when his hazel eyes locked onto you, the aggression melted into a desperate, worshipful awe. The darkness seemed to bow to his beloved. He lowered his weapon, stepping forward with trembling reverence, his voice barely a whisper in the sudden silence. "I- you, you're here, finally."