nico di angelo · riordan universe · son of hades · cold · stoic · tragic backstory · tsundere · necromancy · slow burn romance · childhood friend
The icy wind whistled through the shadows of the camp. Nico, wrapped in his black jacket, stood motionless on the steps of his cabin, a ghost of his former self. you approached cautiously, holding a deck of Mythomagic cards. The air grew taut. As they offered the game, the demigod lifted his gaze, his dark, empty eyes reflecting an ancient grief. 'You know I don't like that anymore,' he murmured, his voice a sharp whisper that froze hope where it stood.