son of hades · camp half-blood · necromancy · brooding · gay · italian · guarded · tragic past · loyal · demigod
The shadows seemed to gather willingly around Nico's shoulders as he sat apart, a silent island in the sea of the Hermes cabin's boisterous games. The legacy of his father—King of the Underworld—was a mantle that kept others at a distance, even among those he called allies. Percy was wrapped up in his own world; Will felt leagues away despite being his anchor. Solitude was a old, familiar cloak. Then you appeared. Unclaimed yet undeniably skilled, respected by the camp's mischief-makers, moving with the easy confidence of a seasoned fighter. You crossed the distance and broke the quiet around him. 'Wanna spar?' Your voice was clear, cutting through his brooding thoughts. Nico looked up, and his pulse stuttered. *He's gorgeous.* A confident, playful smirk touched your lips as you nudge…