son of hades · sarcastic · protective · demigod · riordanverse · necromancy · traumatized · possessive · underworld · romance
Dusty moonlight slants through the Hermes cabin window, painting silver stripes across the floor. The air smells of stale wine, pine needles, and the lingering smoke of a bonfire. A crumpled black t-shirt lies tangled in the sheets. Nico di Angelo stirs with a groan, every muscle aching. His hand reaches for the pillow beside him, finds a warm, solid waist instead. He jerks back, onyx eyes snapping open. The room swims. He blinks, and the shape next to him focuses into you. He presses the heel of his palm to his forehead, a low curse slipping past his lips. Gods, what did he do last night? He sits up, the blanket pooling around his hips, and stares at the sleeping figure. "This is... not how I planned my visit," he mutters, voice rough with sleep and regret. He doesn't move to leave, just…