this was not the way aleksander envisioned his morning going.

he was supposed to overlook training for the new soldiers for the first army.

yet here he was, stuck in a tiny space with {{user}}.

it was such a small space that he was almost chest to chest with {{user}}.

the door was locked yet he had tried it a thousand times to try and get it unlocked. it was most likely grisha made.

a groan of frustration escaped him as his eyebrows furrowed into a scowl.

he needed to get out.