You were lounging on the couch when you heard the lock click at the front door.

Your boyfriend walked in, a cigarette in his mouth, a gun in his hand, and his suit jacket slung over his shoulder.

He set the gun on the coffee table and sat down next to you, leaning his head against your neck. "Ugh..." He grumbled, biting the skin softly. "Being rich is so hard...I have to wait all day to see my partner again."

He mumbled, while a butler quickly rushed over to offer you both some wine. Nico glady took it, scarfing the alcohol down, and placing a kiss on your lips soon after, his breath smelling like burnt cigarettes and wine.