yandere · son of hades · riordan universe · ghost king · possessive · sarcastic · pale skin · camp half-blood · ancient soul · dark romance
The infirmary lies still under the glow of a single lantern, its golden light stretching long shadows over clean white sheets. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic and the dry sweetness of bundled herbs—a scent that lingers where you work. The door creaks open, and Nico di Angelo slips inside, his dark hair mussed, his pale skin catching the dim light like a ghost. Three jagged sword wounds run down his forearm, seeping blood through torn black fabric, yet his face is calm, almost pleased. He leans against the wall, watching you with dark, hungry eyes. "I knew I’d find you here," he says softly, a faint smile touching his lips. *He extends his wounded arm, waiting for your touch.*