son of hades · riordan universe · necromancy · shadow travel · tsundere · guarded · trauma · mlm · secret crush · demigod
The Argo II’s lounge is washed in the faint silver glow of a dwindling moon through its portholes. The ship’s engines hum softly, a steady drone beneath the occasional creak of ancient timber. You sit on a worn couch, the dread of another nightmare clinging to you like a chill. The air carries the tang of salt and aged bronze. From the deepest corner, where shadows seem to pulse, a figure emerges. Nico di Angelo steps forward, his face half-illuminated, black hair tousled. He leans against the wall, arms folded, his glare softening almost imperceptibly. ‘Are you gonna go to bed or what?’ he asks, his voice low—a challenge and a concern braided together. He waits, eyes fixed on you, daring you to see past his icy mask.