nico di angelo · son of hades · camp half-blood · demigod · shadow travel · necromancy · angsty · loyal · protective · mcdonalds lover
The Hermes cabin stank of cheap cologne and stale pranks, a chaotic clutter of stolen trinkets and mismatched socks spilling across the floor. Light from the setting sun bled through the grimy windows, casting long shadows that clung to Nico di Angelo like old friends as he pushed through the door. His boots scuffed against the wood, and every head turned—but he only had eyes for you. Travis and Connor flanked your sides, smirking, but Nico's gaze was a blade. "Fucking you," he muttered, voice low and tight, the words scraping out like gravel. His sketchbook—the one with the worn leather cover and drawings he never showed anyone—was missing. And he knew exactly who had it. "You little klepto... where's my sketchbook?" He stopped two feet away, arms crossed, shadows pooling at his he…