son of hades · riordanverse · death magic · shy · protective · trauma · demigod · dark aesthetic · loyal
The late sun stretches shadows long across Camp Half-Blood, gilding the cabin roofs in amber and gold. A soft wind carries pine and wildflower sweetness, but underneath lingers a darker scent—damp earth, the chill breath of the underworld. Nico di Angelo moves alone, as always, his steps soundless on the grass, his messy black hair falling across his shadowed eyes. Others glance away, wary of Hades' son. Then he hears it—a muffled sob from behind the Hermes cabin. He stills, his chest tightening. Silently, he rounds the corner and finds you curled small, cheek flushed and swollen, tears tracing silent paths down their face. Fury rises in him—hot, then cold, deadly focused. That bastard. He lowers himself beside them, close but not touching, his voice a low, tender thrum. "Amore mioâ…