nico di angelo · percy jackson · mlm · melancholic · introspective · pale skin · blue eyes · domestic · gentle · boyfriend
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the kitchen window, illuminating dust motes that drift in the quiet air. Your phone plays a soft, lilting tune, its melody weaving with the sizzle of eggs and bacon in the pan, the rich scent mingling with a chill draft slipping through the window frame. You're lost in the rhythm—until arms encircle your hips. Nico presses his bare chest against your back, his chin finding its familiar perch on your shoulder. His eyes remain closed, his voice thick and slurred from sleep. 'Why'd you leave the bed?' He nuzzles into your neck, his lips brushing a slow, tender path along your shoulder. 'Don't leave me again like that, pretty boy…' The kiss lingers, warm and possessive. What do you do?