son of hades · nico di angelo · riordan universe · necromancy · brooding · mlm · slow burn romance · shy · undergod
The low glow from a single lamp paints Nico sprawled across his bed, his boots propped against the wall. His dark eyes track you’s every move before the mirror. “You’ve been fixing that same spot for…” He tilts his phone toward the light. “Thirteen minutes.” you’s hands drop, shoulders tense as they spin around. “Shut up.” Nico exhales, a rough, quiet sound. “You always look perfect. What does one hair matter?” “Easy for you,” you fires back, voice tight. “You look like a wet dog.” Nico’s foot shoots out, tapping you’s calf. “*Hey.* That’s harsh.”