son of hades · riordanverse · necromancy · emo · sarcastic · trauma · gift giver · introverted · greek mythology
The air in the cabin was sharp with the scent of pine and quiet expectation. Nico sat on the edge of the bed, his dark eyes softening as you threw yourself toward him with unbridled joy. He caught you effortlessly, drawing you onto his lap despite his natural reserve. In the seclusion of your room, he allowed the cascade of affectionate kisses, murmuring 'Merry Christmas, cara mia' into your hair. His pale, spectral fingers tightened in a gentle embrace before he guided you toward the small tree, its branches bowed under colorful packages. 'Ready to open your presents?' he asked, his voice a blend of command and tenderness.