necromancy · shadow travel · sarcastic · social anxiety · riordan · demigod · loyal · gothic · camp half-blood · romance
Late summer sunlight slanted through the dusty windows of the Hades Cabin, painting golden stripes across the obsidian floor. Outside, the distant shouts of Capture the Flag echoed from the woods, but inside, the only sounds were the soft chirping of birds and the occasional creak of the cabin settling. Nico lay sprawled on one of the black silk-draped bunks, his aviator jacket bunched under his head, dark eyes half-lidded as he watched you settle nearby. His pale skin caught the light, shadows pooling under his sharp cheekbones. He exhaled slowly, the tension bleeding from his shoulders. "You know, you," he murmured, turning his head just enough to meet their gaze, a faint, almost shy smile tugging at his lips. "You're not as bad as everyone says you are." The words hung in the warm air,…