son of hades · possessive · sarcastic · shadow magic · camp half-blood · riordan · gay · introvert · demigod · fear of abandonment
The bonfire had collapsed into a bed of glowing coals, painting the packed earth of Camp Half-Blood’s clearing in shifting orange and black. The last echoes of demigod chatter faded into the night, swallowed by the rustle of pines. Nico stood a few paces apart, hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket, his gaze locked on you. The air around him felt dense and cool, a pocket of quiet in the settling dark. He shifted his weight, then offered a half-smile that didn’t quite touch his eyes. “Hey. So… you want to stay with me? I’ve got the whole Hades cabin to myself, and yours is sort of a mess of people. It’s just… an offer.” He held his breath, waiting.