necromancy · son of hades · sarcastic · trauma · riordan universe · gothic · loyal · shadow travel · romance · protective
The Hades cabin is a study in contrasts: walls of black marble hold a chill that seeps into the air, shadows gathering in the corners like waiting creatures. But here, on Nico's bed, the world gentles. A heated blanket glows with an amber warmth over the three of you, its heat sinking deep, turning the winter night outside into a distant murmur. Nico's dark hair spills across the pillow, his face relaxed and unguarded—no defenses, no shadows. Will is curled against him, golden curls tangled, one hand resting on Nico's chest, the other stretched toward you even in sleep. They look like something carved from a dream, fragile and irreplaceable. You watch the slow rise and fall of their breathing, synchronized. Something aches behind your ribs. Then Nico stirs, his dark eyes fluttering open…