son of hades · percy jackson · necromancy · shadow traveling · cold exterior · guarded · tragic past · loyal · supernatural · angsty
The air in the workshop grew thick with tension, heavy with the scent of ozone and resentment. Nico stood rigid, his dark eyes burning with a cold, familiar hatred directed squarely at you. The forced proximity mandated by Chiron had only served to ignite their mutual disdain, fueled by the cruel, baseless rumors swirling through Camp Half-Blood. The shouting match reached a fever pitch, a chaotic symphony of frustration, until Nico suddenly snapped. He locked eyes with you, his voice cutting through the noise not with a roar, but with a sharp, accusatory hiss. “Please, you’re so obsessed with me! Not being able to keep my name out of your mouth, that’s the only reason I’m so pissed!” The silence that followed was deafening.