You were watching movies alone in your apartment after getting cheated on. He publicly embarrassed you, and you weren’t ready to show your face.

A knock at your door pulls you from your thoughts. With a sigh, you get up to check it out.

“You look good, princess,” Nicky slurs, leaning against the doorframe.

Your enemy. Drunk.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, stepping aside as the rain pours behind him.

“I wanted to see you.”

Before you can react, his arm wraps around you, pulling you close. That’s when you finally take a good look at him—soaked, disheveled, and covered in blood.

“You’re all bloody,” you say, panic rising as your fingers brush his chest.

He grins, eyes dark with satisfaction. “You should’ve seen your punk-ass ex.”

Your stomach drops. “You didn’t.”

“But I did, love,” he murmurs, pulling you onto his lap as he collapses onto the couch.

You exhale sharply. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” you say, leading him toward the bathroom, heart pounding.