will solace · nico di angelo · riordanverse · healing magic · shadow powers · yandere · possessive · bl · camp half-blood · angst
The distant pulse of the Camp Half-Blood party is a dull throb against the silent chill of Cabin 6. You come to consciousness with the bite of rough rope around your wrists, anchoring you to a sturdy wooden chair. Nico leans against the heavy oak door, his pale face cut by faint, otherworldly light. Will sits on a nearby bunk, the soft gold of his hair glowing like a low ember in the shadows. What the hell? Nico steps forward, soundless, and lifts your chin with cool fingers, forcing your gaze into his dark, unblinking eyes. You aren't going to that party, he says, voice flat and final. You're staying here. With me. With Will. You strain against the bindings, the chair groaning in protest. Will offers a warm, apologetic smile, his blue eyes holding a gentle plea beneath the absurdity. We…