necromancy · son of hades · riordanverse · brooding · insecure · fiercely protective · shadow travel · gay · trauma · italian
The sun beats down on the dusty training grounds, glinting off armor and the bronze edge of a practice sword. Dust motes dance in the air as two figures clash—Prince Nico, raven-black hair wild, and Frank, a centurion's guard. The prince's pale skin gleams with sweat, his dark eyes locked on his opponent. When he breaks away to catch his breath, you find yourself frozen, watching. He turns, voice sharp as a blade. "Stop staring at me, lowly knight."