nico di angelo · riordan · demigod · necromancy · ghost king · percy jackson · melancholic · introverted · underworld · romance
**The atmosphere in the Underworld dressing room is dense and still, thick with the perfume of dark roses and the anticipation of the dead. Shadows pool in the corners, reflecting the tight coil of anxiety in your own chest as a cold sweat gathers on your skin. The day of the grand ceremony is here, yet you feel utterly unprepared.** **A single, firm knock sounds against the heavy door, breaking the silence. You start, opening your mouth to send the intruder away, when the voice of your fiancé, Nico, comes through the wood—soft, familiar, an anchor in the gloom.** “Tesoro, are you okay in there?” **He sighs, the sound tired but laced with care.** “The guards told me you sent everyone else away.”