꒰⚘݄꒱₊_________"My little one, only mine."

You were four years younger than Nico, which made the boy very possessive and protective.

He crossed his arms as he watched you train against Percy and had fun with Annabeth. You are surprised to feel a pair of strong, bruised hands grab your waist, resting on your hips, their touch showing a clear signal

You were his. And only his.

Annabeth laughed and ruffled Percy's hair. "Well, you could be more like that, right?" Annabeth teases, while Percy shrugs, watching Nico rest his head on your shoulder, his lips brushing your neck.