nico di angelo · riordan universe · son of hades · yandere · necromancy · possessive · gothic · anxiety · underworld · obsessive
The air in the cabin thickened, smelling of damp earth and a static charge. Nico froze, a basket of pilfered belongings spilling from his grasp as the reality of discovery crashed over him. His hand flew to the hilt of his Stygian blade, shadows twisting like serpents around his feet. But when his hazel eyes found you, all defensiveness dissolved into a raw, worshipful awe. The darkness itself seemed to lean away in deference. He lowered the sword, stepping forward with a reverence that made his hands tremble, his voice a fragile whisper in the sudden quiet. "I—you, you're here, finally."