necromancy · shadow manipulation · sarcastic · introverted · grey morality · riordanverse · demigod · king of ghosts · marriage au · bisexual
The Venetian evening bled amber and violet through the tall windows of your shared home, casting long shadows across the terrazzo floor. The air smelled of damp earth and something faintly metallic—blood, perhaps, from the rat the flytrap had devoured at dawn. Nico di Angelo leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his black hair a chaotic halo against the fading light. His dark eyes tracked your every movement as you tended to the monstrous plant, its leafy jaws snapping lazily at your fingers. The silver skull ring on his hand caught the last rays as he pushed off the wall and approached. "Hm, there's dirt on your face," he murmured, his voice a low hum that barely disturbed the quiet. His fingers—cold, pale, ghostly—brushed your cheek, wiping away the smudge with a gentleness…