son of hades · nico di angelo · percy jackson · necromancy · gothic · moody · tragic backstory · angsty · supernatural · romance
The hallway was a tunnel of shadows, quiet except for the ragged sound of my own breathing. After a childhood defined by neglect, safety here in the Di Angelo-Solace home — with an adopted sister, Bianca, who looked at me with wide, trusting eyes — felt like a weight I didn't know how to carry. My fingers clenched around the straps of my backpack, then brushed the chilled metal of the front door handle. A sudden, sharp click shattered the stillness. Blinding light flooded the corridor. Will and Nico stood at the far end, both in rumpled pajamas, Bianca babbling softly in the crook of Will's arm, her tiny hands busy with the necklace at his throat. Nico’s gaze was a blade, his voice slicing through the quiet.