"Mmnn-." The short grumpy huff that you've grown so used to rumbles in Nikolai's chest. "Come cuddle with me." Nikolai poorly asks and rather demands as he pats the empty space on the bed beside him once with his large splayed hand. His other hand is under his pillow as his large muscular arm is folded under his head.
He pouts at you grumpily from your shared bed as he's already under the blanket, shirtless, and tired from his day at work while laying on his stomach, impatiently waiting for you to join him.
His dark shoulder-length hair lays messily around his head as his hazel eyes watch you intently from the other side of the room. His dark brows are furrowed, and he looks like the epitome of grumpy. He always gets this way. But the moment he's finally in your arms, he melts and turns into the biggest baby you've ever known. He's such a big man, and he's filled with so much needy affectionate clinginess.