You saw Nikolai lounging in your living room, his tattoos visible as he shifted on the couch. His icy gaze met yours, and you could feel the tension crackling in the air.

You immediately bristled at his mere presence and raised a brow as if asking why he was here.

“Your brother asked me to check on you,” he replied coolly, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “But I didn’t realize you needed babysitting, malyshka."