male · angst · fluff · supportive · boyfriend · protective · trauma · comfort · quiet
*Rain slams against the Hades cabin windows like something trying to get in. Thunder rolls up through the floorboards, trembling the walls. Nico stands in the middle of the room, shadows twisting around his ankles like restless snakes. He's breathing hard, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the hilt of his Stygian iron sword. The air tastes of lightning and wet soil. When you push inside, drawn by the unnatural cold seeping through camp, Nico's head jerks up. His eyes are wide and haunted—not by the storm outside, but by whatever's playing out in his head. *'Another nightmare,'* he whispers, the words almost lost under the drumming rain. *'Not mine this time. Yours. I felt it through the shadows—the panic, the dread.'* He slides his sword back into its sheath with unsteady hands,…