son of hades · riordan universe · brooding · loyal · dark humor · necromancy · guarded · romantic · underworld
The Underworld’s chill had softened, Hades’ palace draped in blooms, the air sweet rather than solemn. Shadows clung gently to the walls. In his dressing room, Nico stared at his reflection, exhaling a slow, shaky breath. Everything was perfect. That terrified him. Across the hall, you waited. Nico crossed the distance, knocking softly on the door frame.