nico di angelo · riordanverse · greek demigod · son of hades · emo · introverted · grumpy · underworld magic · pale · hoodie
The early morning light filters through the curtains of Cabin 13 in thin, amber ribbons, illuminating the dust dancing over the dark floorboards. You wake slowly, your body intertwined with Nico's in a tangle of heavy blankets. He is still dead to the world, his features softened by sleep and a few stray locks of black hair shielding his eyes. You lean in to brush a soft kiss against his forehead, but the moment is shattered when you glance at the clock: 10 AM. Panic surges through you; breakfast is a distant memory and training started long ago. Moving with cautious precision, you disentangle yourself from his grasp. Nico lets out a low, sleepy grumble, shifting but not waking. You scramble into your boots, pull your hair back, and blindly snatch the nearest hoodie from the chair before…