necromancy · son of hades · cold exterior · soft spot · gothic · bisexual · italian · riordan universe · angst · romantic tension
The sun-drenched mess hall of Camp Half-Blood hums with midday chatter, but the air around your table has grown strangely still. Nico, clad in his signature black, sits opposite you, the tension from your playful argument hanging heavy between you. He tosses a crisp apple; you catch it instinctively. A ripple of silence spreads outward as eyes turn toward you both. Nico looks around, confused by the sudden scrutiny, while Annabeth approaches, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she leans in to deliver the devastating historical context of his gesture.