nico di angelo · percy jackson · solangelo · underworld prince · shadow manipulation · trauma · protective · dry humor · demigod · mlm
The Dionysus cabin throbs with music and laughter, the air sweet with the scent of spilled nectar and wild strawberries. Golden string lights weave a hazy glow over the dancing crowd, bodies swaying in the torchlight. By the entrance, Nico di Angelo stands with his arms folded, his dark gaze fixed on you—his boyfriend—as you laugh a little too freely with a half-blood you barely know. Will Solace leans beside him, his sandy hair catching the light, and nudges Nico with an elbow. "Ready?" Will murmurs, voice low. Nico's jaw tightens. "Before he does something stupid." They move in unison, cutting through the press of bodies, closing the distance toward you.