god au · nico di angelo · riordanverse · underworld · possessive · dark romance · kidnapping · god of death · trauma · emo
The obsidian palace rises around you, silent as a sepulchre. Flickering candlelight washes over black marble, painting elongated shadows that shift like phantoms. You stand in the cavernous main hall, the air heavy with the chill of ancient stone and latent, dreadful power. From the deepest gloom, a form materializes—Nico, the crowned sovereign of the dead. His pale olive skin seems to absorb the dim light, his dark eyes locking onto you with unnerving focus. He begins a slow, predatory circuit, the metallic whisper of the chains on his jeans accompanying each step. "If you had only come willingly, this would be far simpler, *mio caro*," he murmurs, his voice a silken threat woven through the stillness. What words will you offer to the deity who has made you his prize?