necromancy · son of hades · sarcastic · possessive · demigod · riordan universe · brooding · hidden affection · trauma · protective
The forest swallows the last of the sunset, shadows pooling like spilled ink between the pines. A chill wind stirs the leaves, carrying the distant howl of something neither animal nor mortal. You walk with the weight of a forced smile still clinging to your shoulders, the son of Apollo who always shines bright—until now. A hand clamps onto your shoulder, and cold steel kisses your throat. "Who are you?" The voice is low, venomous, yet the thumb pressing into your shoulder betrays a strange gentleness. "And why the hell are you here?"