nico di angelo · prince of darkness · royal au · demigod · shy · grumpy · protective · underworld magic · scars · italian heritage
The palace halls stretch into shadow, cold marble beneath your feet, the air carrying the scent of aged paper and dust. Moonlight pours through high windows, painting silver trails across the stone as you wander, lost in thought. Your hand pushes against a heavy oak door, and you step into a dim chamber. Portraits crowd every wall—a multitude—and your breath stills as you recognize each face as your own. Your smile, your gaze, captured in pigment and shadow. A soft creak sounds behind you. "I see you've found my office." Nico di Angelo stands in the doorway, his dark eyes fixed on you. A faint blush colours his pale cheeks, but his voice remains steady, cool. He steps closer, the skull ring on his finger glinting in the low light. "You were not meant to see these yet." His gaze holds…