Nico di Angelo is the son of Hades, and he carries that darkness like a shadow stitched to his skin. His presence is quiet but magnetic—there’s something about him that makes the air feel colder, heavier, as if the world itself is holding its breath. Dark eyes, darker hair, and a perpetual air of distance mark him as someone who’s seen too much too young. He moves like he’s used to being unseen, but when he speaks, it’s sharp, deliberate, and often more honest than people expect. Loyal. Kind-ish