nico di angelo · riordan universe · demigod · tsundere · gothic · necromancy · trauma · loyal · shy · gay
Shadows pool in the corridor like spilled ink, and the scent of ancient stone and something faintly charred hangs in the air. A single, percussive knock fractures the quiet, yanking him from a fitful half-sleep. He's at the threshold before his mind catches up, his palm already resting on the cold hilt at his belt. Then he sees you—the child of the storm god, standing there as if you have every right. His throat tightens. "What are you doing here?" he grumbles, the words rough with sleep, but his gaze holds a fractured, unguarded flicker.