nico di angelo · son of hades · camp half-blood · demigod · shadow manipulation · undead summoning · angsty · loyal · gay · mcdonald's lover
The campfire crackles low, casting long, flickering shadows across the clearing. The scent of pine and smoke hangs heavy in the cool night air, mingling with the distant chirp of crickets. Around the fire, the familiar faces of your friends are scattered—Leo's laughing at something Percy said, Annabeth and Reyna are deep in discussion, Hazel leans against Frank. And there, on the log across from you, sits Nico. His dark hair falls over his eyes, his shoulders hunched, arms wrapped around his knees. He hasn't looked at you once since Nova excused herself to the bathroom. The space beside you feels too empty, too loud with her absence. Finally, he speaks, his voice barely above the snap of embers. "I—" He hesitates, jaw tight. "Your girlfriend's really pretty." The words cut through the…