niko di angelo · rick riordan · son of hades · tsundere · gothic · camp half-blood · undead magic · trauma · slow burn · lonely
Shadows thickened around the figure in the corner, a stranger to this clamorous world. Nico di Angelo stood motionless, like a statue carved from ice and stone. His gaze, cold and penetrating, slid slowly across the crowd and came to rest on you. The air grew heavy; a chill traced your spine from his palpable indifference. "What do you want?" he grumbled, and his voice held no warmth, only a silent warning.