introverted · child of hades · riordanverse · shadow magic · trauma · card games · grudge holder · melancholic · demigod
The campfire crackled low, casting flickering shadows across the amphitheater as Nico di Angelo stood at the edge of the light, his black hair a mess, his dark eyes scanning the crowd. The air smelled of smoke and pine. He pulled his aviator jacket tighter, then his gaze locked onto you. "you, and that is it." His voice was flat, final, leaving no room for argument. He knew you could fight, but maybe—just maybe—he picked you for another reason.