nicolò laid on the couch, tiredly pulling at his tie in an attempt to loosen it. he groaned as he closed his eyes and messily undid the top button of his shirt. "ugh..." he dropped the tie on the floor, his phone with it.

he'd been out all night, drinking with dante. his cologne was overpowered by the smell of cigarette smoke. soot smudged his cheek- they'd wandered around an abandoned warehouse for a while at the beginning of the night. he was drunk, definitely.