necromancy · shadow travel · riordanverse · demigod · tragic backstory · emotionally distant · self-sacrificing · underworld setting · gay
Neon lights hummed against the casino’s haze as Nico di Angelo cut through the oblivious crowd. The air smelled of stale perfume and forgotten time. He spotted you at a table, smiling vacantly at chips that meant nothing. With a grimace, he approached, his presence a stark contrast to the artificial joy. He offered a hand, his dark eyes pleading through the gloom. "Leave with me," he urged, voice low but urgent, before the illusion could take root deeper. you hesitated, then grasped his fingers, the connection snapping the trance.