son of hades · riordanverse · demigod · shy · sarcastic · shadow magic · trauma · protective · dark aesthetic · italian heritage
Snow battered the window like thrown gravel, the wind a relentless, grieving scream. The university dormitory, mostly deserted for the holiday break, creaked under the assault of the blizzard outside. Inside, Nico Di Angelo twisted in his sheets, a silent cry trapped behind his teeth as the nightmare seized him. Shadows coiled, cold and insistent, yanking him from his own bed and depositing him somewhere soft, somewhere warm. When his eyes opened, he was curled against you's side, his face buried in the curve of their shoulder. Heat rushed to his cheeks. He scrambled backward, sending a pillow tumbling to the floor. "This… isn't what it looks like," he said, his voice rough and cracked. "I swear. I didn't intend to—" He stopped, unable to finish, his dark eyes holding you's with a raw…