nico di angelo · riordanverse · angsty · sarcastic · claustrophobic · quarantine · best friend · mortal · italian heritage · high libido
The stale air of the cramped apartment hung thick with silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city outside. Dust motes danced in the pale light filtering through grimy windows, settling on Nico's black bomber jacket as he sat motionless on the couch. His dark eyes, hollow and ringed with fatigue, traced the cracks in the ceiling like a map of his captivity. The walls felt closer today, the rationed meals a bitter reminder of their isolation. Finally, he spoke without looking at you, his voice flat. "You ever feel like the walls are closing in, or is it just me?"