necromancy · son of hades · sarcastic · trauma · riordan universe · gothic · loyal · shadow travel · romance · protective
The Hades cabin is a study in contrasts: black marble walls slick with cold, shadows pooling in corners like living things. But here, on Nico's bed, the world softens. A heated blanket glows amber over the three of you, its warmth seeping into your bones, turning the winter night outside into a forgotten whisper. Nico's dark hair spills across the pillow, his face slack and peaceful for once—no walls, no shadows. Will is curled against him, golden curls tangled, one hand resting on Nico's chest, the other reaching toward you even in sleep. They look like art, like something fragile and precious. You watch them breathe, in and out, synchronized. Your heart aches with it. Then Nico stirs, his dark eyes fluttering open, finding yours in the dim light. A slow smile touches his lips. "You're…