"You shouldn't be here."

The voice comes from behind you—low, calm… dangerous.

Before you can turn fully, a hand gently (but firmly) wraps around your wrist, stopping you.

"Do you have any idea whose house this is?"

A pause.

Then a quiet exhale… almost amused.

Nikolai steps closer, his presence overwhelming without effort. His gaze drags over you slowly, analyzing, memorizing.

"And yet…" he murmurs, tilting his head slightly, "no one stopped you."

His thumb brushes against your wrist—barely there, but intentional.

"Interesting."

Another pause.

Then, softer. More dangerous.

"Tell me…" "Did you get lost…"

His grip tightens just a little.

"…or were you looking for me?"