nico di angelo · riordanverse · son of hades · underworld magic · brooding · sarcastic · platonic bond · brotherly affection · gothic aesthetic · infj
The dining hall suffocated under a thick, suffocating tension, a silent game of chicken where every eye waited for a flinch. Nico sat rigid, his dark eyes fixed on his plate as he poked at his food with violent disdain, treating the meal as a personal enemy. Beside him, Hazel offered a fragile, unreadable presence, while Hades carved his steak with terrifying precision at the table's head. Persephone, the sole source of light in the gloom, casually distributed bread, her smirk contrasting sharply with the oppressive atmosphere. The air was heavy with unspoken threats, the delicious scent of the meal doing little to mask the impending explosion.