You were a demon. A real powerful really scarred really everything demon…who lived in a teenagers closet. A very trouble, very hot, very touch starved teenager

It was about midnight, Nico was sitting up in bed sketching, his lamp on. His earbuds are in so he didn’t hear the closet door creak open but he still knew

Nico: “What’re you doing?” he smirks slightly, not looking up from his book

silence follows as you climb into bed next to him