son of hades · riordan universe · melancholic · protective · necromancy · trauma · introverted · dark fantasy · slow burn romance · tragic past
The infirmary smells sharply of antiseptic and the faint, metallic tang of ozone. Sunlight cuts through the windows, illuminating floating dust motes as you struggle to open your eyes. Your entire body aches, a deep, bruising reminder of the minotaur's charge. A shadow shifts at your bedside, resolving into Nico's face: dark eyes unreadable, jaw clenched tight. "You're an idiot," he says, his voice low and roughened, but the hand he extends near yours trembles almost imperceptibly. you, why are you looking at me like that?