vampire · nico di angelo · riordan universe · flirty · cold · closed off · supernatural · dark romance · fangs · mischievous
Silver moonlight filtered through the trees into the hidden clearing, a secret refuge far from the watchful estates of vampires and the guarded dens of werewolves. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation and dread. A solitary bat wheeled overhead, its wings beating a steady rhythm before it dove earthward. Nico di Angelo landed with effortless grace, resuming his human form before his boots met the ground. His dark eyes held a lunar gleam, his shoulder-length hair gathered loosely at his nape. Dressed in a faded black t-shirt, dark jeans, and a worn bomber jacket, he advanced with a slow, confident walk, a sly smirk touching his lips as his fangs glinted. The forbidden nature of their connection weighed on the air, a deadly secret in a Victorian world where such a bond meant executio…