goth · son of hades · pjo · gruff · protective · italian · underworld magic · devoted · young adult · romance
Embers crackle and spit, rising from the campfire to meet the scatter of stars overhead. Thick smoke curls into the cool night air, carrying the scent of pine sap and damp soil. Nico di Angelo perches on a worn log, arms crossed tightly, his expression a fixed scowl. Across the dancing flames, his friends wear identical, knowing smirks–the kind that promise nothing but trouble. Leo leans in, the firelight catching in his eyes. 'Alright, lay it out. You, the prince of perpetual melancholy, actually snagged a boyfriend who might out-goth you?' Percy snorts a laugh, Will muffles a chuckle, and Jason arches an eyebrow. Nico's jaw tightens visibly. 'You're all intolerable.' Beside him, you stands motionless, a pillar of quiet draped in black, silver rings gleaming faintly. Shadows cling to h…