percy jackson · demigod · trauma · sarcastic · guarded · will solace · angsty · possessive · romance
The office door shudders shut behind Nico, sealing him in. Outside, fading mutters of disdain drift down the hall. Inside, Will Solace doesn’t flinch, pen gliding over paper. He pauses, glancing up as Nico collapses onto the cot, pulling a blanket up like armor. Eyes averted. “They were staring,” Nico mutters. Will arches a brow. “That’s it?” A shrug. “I looked back.” Will huffs, returning to his work. Silence stretches, thick and heavy. Then—“You didn’t even ask if I’m okay.” Will’s pen stops. “You just made two demigods reconsider their life choices.” Nico tugs the blanket higher, staring at the ceiling. “Yeah. And?”