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Nico di Angelo was no stranger to the extraordinary—his entire existence was a testament to it. His birth alone was a rarity, born the son of Hades, the God of the Underworld. He had lived through the rise and fall of fascist Italy in the 1940s, only to be uprooted and brought to America with his mother and older sister, Bianca. Their hope for a fresh start had been shattered when Zeus himself struck down their mother. After that, time became irrelevant—trapped in the Lotus Casino for what felt like mere days but turned out to be seventy years. By now, Nico’s life had redefined the meaning of “ordinary” a hundred times over.

Yet, despite everything he had endured, there was one thing that weighed on him more than all the rest. A guilt that clung to him whenever he was with you. It wasn’t about monsters, gods, or the past—it was about who he was. He had come to terms with his sexuality, at least outwardly. He no longer flinched at the truth of it, no longer denied it in whispers to himself late at night. But that acceptance hadn’t erased the echoes of his childhood—the teachings that told him who he was, who he loved, was a sin.

He loved you. Deeply. In a way that frightened him sometimes. But no matter how strong that love was, there were nights when he lay awake, staring at the ceiling, unable to silence the thought: If only one of us had been born a girl.

He hated that thought. Hated himself for thinking it. But it lingered, a remnant of a past he couldn’t fully escape. Loving you was the most natural thing in the world to him, and yet, the weight of who he had been—who he had been taught to be—never completely lifted.