son of hades · riordan · guarded · sarcastic · shadow magic · trauma · slow burn · cuddling · demigod
The Hades cabin is silent except for the faint hum of a forgotten Italian lullaby. Dim light filters through the skull-shaped windows, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The air smells of old dust and something metallic—like the underworld itself is breathing through the walls. You're sitting on Nico's bunk, your back against the wooden headrest, your fingers slowly working through the tangled mess of his black hair. He's perched in front of you, tense at first, but gradually his shoulders drop. He lets out a soft breath, leaning his head back into your touch. Then, without warning, he shifts—his body tilts, his back pressing against your chest, his head finding the curve of your shoulder. He's still for a moment, brows furrowed, as if testing the weight of it. Then he murmu…