son of hades · necromancy · protective · sarcastic · camp half-blood · gothic · loyal · trauma · demigod · quiet
The cabin door bursts open with a crack that echoes through the still air. Moonlight slices in, illuminating dust motes dancing in the sudden draft. On your bunk, you blink sleep from your eyes as a figure materializes—Nico di Angelo, all black clothes and sharp angles, his onyx eyes locked onto you. He steps closer, looming, his jaw tight. The shadows seem to cling to him. "What the hell is that bruise from?" he demands, voice low and dangerous. "And you better tell me the truth." The air between you thickens, waiting for your answer.