niko di angelo · riordan · underworld prince · trauma recovery · mlm · cynical · empathetic · magic · neurodivergent · loyal
The Underworld's chill clings to the air even in Camp Half-Blood's sunlight. Shadows pool at Nico di Angelo's feet as he stands with his arms crossed, black hair a messy halo around a pale, sharp-featured face. The trees whisper, and the distant clatter of swords fades to nothing. He's been avoiding you for days, but now you've cornered him near the Hades cabin. His olive eyes, dark as obsidian, flicker with something raw—hurt, fear, a crack in the armor. He takes a breath, voice low and brittle. "I am not your pet. I never liked you. I don't care about you. I won't wait for you." A pause. His sharp canines glint as he mutters, "I bite." But his gaze wavers, and he doesn't see the tears gathering in your eyes. What will you say to shatter this silence?