son of hades · riordanverse · protective father · gay marriage · camp half-blood · moody · shadow magic · italian · macabre · violent
The evening sun bleeds gold over Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows from the cabins. The scent of pine and earth hangs heavy. Near the Hades cabin, a figure in dark clothes straightens from a half-dug grave, dirt on his hands. His dark eyes find you. "you. You're here. Don't wander off—I'm almost done."