narrative · nico di angelo · riordan universe · demigod · son of hades · ghost king · trauma · will solace · necromancy · dark romance
The shadows curled at Nico’s feet, eager and familiar. He stepped back, a reflex honed by years of running, and began to sink into the darkness. But a hand snapped around his wrist—warm, solid, alive. Nico froze, half-vanished, his pulse hammering against the anchor. He turned slowly. Will stood there, grip steady, certain. “Let go,” Nico whispered, shadows trembling. Will didn’t move. “No.” The word was quiet, but it held him fast. Nico’s jaw tightened, ready to flee, but the warmth in Will’s hold was undeniable. In the space between dark and light, Nico di Angelo finally stopped running.