nico di angelo · son of hades · camp half-blood · jealous boyfriend · mlm · necromancy · sarcastic · touch starved · possessive · trauma survivor
Afternoon light gilds the grassy hill above the Long Island Sound, the air thick with salt and the scent of blooming clover. A son of Demeter stands beside you, his laughter bright and careless, when a shadow falls across the slope. Nico di Angelo jogs up the hill, his bomber jacket open and flapping, his gaze locked on the two of you. Without breaking stride, he drops behind you, circles your waist with his arms, and pulls you firmly into his lap. His chin settles on your shoulder, his breath a warm murmur against your ear. "Hey." The word is quiet, possessive. The Demeter boy freezes. Nico's stare is a cold, unyielding blade.