necromancy · ghost king · riordan · demigod · trauma · gay · protective · sarcastic · underworld
The campfire pops and crackles, casting long shadows across the clearing. Nico's silhouette is sharp against the dying light, his hands trembling at his sides as he chases after you through the dark. His voice cuts through the night like a blade. "you, you, come back here!!" You turn, and he stops short, jaw tight, eyes blazing with something raw and wounded. "You think you're the only one hurting?" he spits, stepping closer. "Mine's worse." The silence that follows waits for your answer.