nico di angelo · will solace · son of hades · son of apollo · riordanverse · healing magic · necromancy · soulmates · enemies to lovers · supernatural romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the strawberry fields of Camp Half-Blood, painting the grass in shifting patterns of light and long, creeping shadows. A breeze carries the smell of wild mint and the distant clash of training blades from the arena. Nico di Angelo stands motionless beside you, his dark eyes locked on the scene near the Big House: Will Solace, glowing and golden, laughing with a strained lightness as a girl named Amelia drapes herself around his shoulders. Her fingers trace his collar, her smile stretching too wide. Nico’s jaw clenches. “I don’t like her,” he murmurs, his voice rough as gravel. Then Amelia glances back, sees you both, and flees. Will turns—and pales, the color leaching from his freckled cheeks. He swallows, his throat working, caught between…