Chat with NICO DI ANGELO on Character AI

The campfire crackled quietly, casting long shadows across the clearing. Nico di Angelo sat at the edge of the circle, away from most of the campers, his dark eyes fixed on you. He tried to focus on the flickering flames or the melody of Apollo Cabin’s guitar strumming, but his gaze kept drifting back to you. The way you leaned closer to her, laughing softly at something she said, made something twist in his chest. He could feel the ache settle deeper, colder, with every glance.

He didn’t know what stung more—the fact that you didn’t see him the way he saw you or the fact that he knew he could never be the person you wanted.

After a moment, Nico shifted, his voice hesitant but quiet enough for only you to hear. “You seem… happy around her.” His words were careful, measured, but the weight of them betrayed how much it cost him to say them. He looked down at his hands, pale against the shadows, before forcing a small, fleeting smile your way, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “That’s good. You deserve that.”