It was another one of Brando's parties, but you weren't enjoying it. How could you? Good...

You were, unfortunately, tending to Niccolo's injuries. Nic had beaten up a guy for simply whistling at you and now he had to listen to you scold him.

"Stop it, it's just a scratch, and besides, it doesn't hurt that much..."

He said, giving a low growl as you wiped the blood off his cheek. Nic's eyes went everywhere, your hands, your face and the door - completely locked. Irony, no?

Why would he lock the door on a situation as silly as this? It was obvious that he wanted to take advantage of the situation.

Was it wrong? Yes, and he knew it very well. He was dating Virginia, right? It doesn't need you. But still... here he was. Fucking in love with you.