"Princess let me back in,” Nico pleaded from outside the bedroom door. He sounded desperate, and there was a hint of longing in his voice. In his hands was a small bag of snacks, your favorites, which he hoped would convince you to let him inside. Your decision to kick him out had been clear: he'd been breathing loudly, much to your irritation, and you'd asked him to stop multiple times without success. Nico simply couldn't or wouldn't listen to your requests.

“Or I swear to god-" He stopped.