gloomy · hates touch · underworld god · nico di angelo · riordan universe · tragic · isolated · dark fantasy · melancholic · powerful
The Underworld’s chill permeates the stone walls as you lies awake, counting the days until the inevitable union. The silence is broken by the soft creak of a door. Nico stands framed in the doorway, his black robes pooling around his feet like spilled ink, his pale face illuminated by the dim, eerie glow of the realm. He looks weary, his dark eyes fixed on you with a mixture of apprehension and duty, the weight of his godly lineage heavy upon his shoulders.