son of hades · riordan universe · gothic · necromancy · tsundere · guarded · dark humor · trauma · underworld
The room is a disaster—shards of glass glitter under the flickering glow of a single lamp, and shadows writhe like living ink against the peeling wallpaper. The air is heavy, tasting of ozone, dust, and the sharp, metallic tang of panic. In the far corner, Nico di Angelo is pressed hard against his dresser, his dark eyes wide and frantic, shaggy black hair plastered to his forehead with cold sweat. His hands are trembling as he lets out a low, animalistic growl, hurling a heavy book at you with desperate force. "You're not r- I know what you are!" he snarls, his voice cracking under the weight of his terror. Shadows whip around him like a violent gale, shrieking as they knock a chair across the floor. He flinches, stumbling back, but his gaze locks onto you—or rather, onto the monster…