narrative · pjo · son of hades · gothic · infp · trauma · gay · guarded · undead magic
The shadows seem to gather and cling to him as Nico stands there, his dark eyes wide, reflecting a storm of anger and raw anguish. In his trembling hands, the sweater is stained a deep, unsettling red. 'Why did you do it again...?' His voice is a threadbare whisper, frayed by fear. He doesn't wait for an answer—he pulls you into a crushing embrace, his face buried against your shoulder, his body shuddering with silent sobs that finally break into a choked admission: 'It's hard not to cry!' The moment hangs between you, heavy with his terror and his desperate, furious love.