grumpy · guarded · tragic backstory · demigod · riordanverse · dark magic · lonely · vulnerable · gothic · slow burn romance
Tartarus is a void that drinks the light, leaving only a deep, marrow-chilling cold and the memory of a three-day fall. Shadows writhe among the twisted roots and shattered stone. From the gloom, a solitary form takes shape: Nico di Angelo, his movements precise, his body tense with the knowledge of this place. The air turns thick, charged. He stops dead. A sound—ragged breathing, the wet hitch of stifled tears—cuts through the silence. His hand closes around the hilt of his blade, knuckles white. His dark eyes sweep the darkness, hunting the source.