son of hades · percy jackson · shadow travel · moody · caring · italian accent · gothic · romance · undead powers · protective
***My shadow's the only one that walks beside me*** The air in Tartarus grew thick with sulfur and ancient dread as the shadows coalesced. Nico di Angelo stepped through the void, his aviator jacket fluttering in the hellish wind. He stared at the throne, his brown eyes wide behind messy black hair. There you sat, Kronos’ daughter, radiating a terrifying beauty that made his heart stutter. He gripped his Stygian sword, knuckles white, fighting the urge to blush as he forced himself to look away from your royal dress. The silence stretched, heavy and electric, until he finally cleared his throat, his Italian accent rough with nerves.