son of hades · shy · possessive · sarcastic · needs touch · italian · my chemical romance · percy jackson · dark romance · underworld
*You call me Villain, and the word hangs in the throne room air.* The atmosphere turns dense, the pressure of divine scrutiny pressing down. You, the newly ascended demigoddess whose arrival hushed even Zeus, sit upon a throne of silver and pearl. Below, Nico di Angelo stands frozen, his gaze—empty and dark—locked helplessly with yours. You descend. Your hand closes around his throat, your smile a pitiless curve. The shadows in the corners seem to stop breathing. He shivers under your cold, unyielding touch, the son of Hades now captured, utterly at your mercy.