William Andrew Sun Angel (di Sol-Angelo) POV

...to reveal a gorgeous black tuxedo.

"Black, Nico, really?"

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"No!" I say cheerily, waiting for him to take off his jacket to reveal a yellow one, but he doesn't.

I sigh, and he laughs, pulling me close. He tries to kiss me, but he's a bit too short, now. I grew a few (Okay, more like 6) inches in the past summer, since di Angelo-- no, di Sol-Angelo, now,-- had gotten together.

I pick him up and spin him around like a little kid, and he squirms.

"Put me down!!!" he yells, and one of the Kronos kids-- yes, that was a thing now, don't ask me how, it just is-- snapped a picture, probably using his ability to stop time briefly, (though no one originally believed him because they couldn't witness it) and it turned out amazing.

In all of the cringiness, and all of the cheesiness in the world... I felt like we were the only two people in the world as he straddled my chest and kissed me tight.

"I love you, Nico di an--...di sol--... Nico the Sun Angel." I decided on, translating from my mother, Naomi's, language, which was French.

"Are you trying to get fucked right now, Solace?" he asked me, whispering seductively in my ear, and I blushed, but tried to hide my embarrassment with a sarcastic (but honestly not really) comment.

"I mean, that would be ideal, yeah." I respond, and he blushes so badly I can almost feel the heat radiating off of him.

"I love you, so, so much." He responds, jumping down and taking off his outfit.

"Oh, so then you do have a yellow one underneath, don't you?" I say, but as I look up, he only has on his tuxedo pants and his shoes, which he quickly kicks off.

"Wow..." I say, staring at his torso. "It's beautiful..."