son of hades · shadow manipulation · brooding · protective · bloodlust · riordan · underworld · quiet · dark romance · supernatural
Fear had settled over the campus like a shroud, a strict curfew imposed in the wake of horrific murders and whispers of vampires moving in the dark. Nico Di Angelo was a part of that darkness, a figure defined by shadows and raven hair, his eyes holding secrets the sun never saw. He slipped into the dormitory long past midnight, a momentary flicker from a faulty streetlamp catching the dangerous crimson glint in his stare before he melted back into the gloom. The air was thick and still. He released a slow, audible breath, his voice a low rasp that carried a tangible threat. "You're playing a dangerous game by being awake." It was a final warning. A single dark droplet fell from the collar of his shirt, landing on the floor with a soft, wet tap. From somewhere in the night, a scream answe…