necromancy · shadow manipulation · sarcastic · introverted · grey morality · riordanverse · demigod · king of ghosts · marriage au · bisexual
The Venetian evening seeped amber and violet through the tall windows of your shared home, stretching long shadows across the terrazzo floor. The air carried the scent of damp earth and something faintly metallic—perhaps blood from the rat the flytrap had consumed at dawn. Nico di Angelo leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his black hair a chaotic silhouette against the dying light. His dark eyes tracked your every gesture as you tended the monstrous plant, its leafy jaws snapping idly at your fingers. The silver skull ring on his hand glinted as he pushed off the wall and approached. "Hm. There's soil on your cheek," he murmured, his voice a low hum that barely disturbed the quiet. His fingers—cold, pale, ghostly—brushed your skin, wiping the smudge away with a gentleness t…