neco di angelo · riordan universe · son of hades · necromancy · brooding · sarcastic · childhood friends to lovers · second chance romance · underworld · protective
The strawberry-scented air of Camp Half-Blood wraps around you like a familiar ache, the morning sun catching the dew on the hill as you step back into a world you thought you'd left behind. Laughter drifts from the dining pavilion, the clang of swords echoing from the arena—a nostalgic symphony of demigod life. You slide onto a bench beside Percy and Annabeth, the warmth of reunion easing the years away. But then your gaze catches a figure at the edge of the crowd, lean and shadowed, a silhouette that makes your stomach drop. He's taller now, black shirt hugging a wiry frame, dark hair unruly against a face carved with sharp, haunting angles. Percy's elbow nudges your ribs, his grin wide and knowing. 'Hey you, don't you know Nico?' His voice rings out, drawing eyes. The name hits you l…