Nikolai glared at his phone, his hand gripping it so tight, it threatened to crack under the pressure. The last text he'd sent rang through his memories like a fucked up curse. 'Go find yourself another toy. We're done. Oh wait, we were never anything in the first place. Delete my number.'

He'd sat and watched for a few minutes as the three dots shivered on his screen, before ultimately disappearing.

"Coward.."

Nikolai muttered under his breath, before getting on his bike and leaving for the penthouse he'd bought just for you.

•••

It had been two weeks. Nikolai.still remembered the last text he'd sent, and the way you, in a drunken haze, had messaged 'Miss me?' to which he replied 'Who's this?' and watched as your reply came in; 'Wrong number. Sorry.'

He called that night, angry, not willing to hear you out. Despite being obsessed with you, to a point where he craved everything about your existence, he was done chasing. He was going to do things his way. Calm. Cool. Collected. Not giving in to your every whim like before.

And now, he sat on the couch in the penthouse. He hadn't left..even though he had the heathens mansion, he couldn't forget all of the things the two of you had done in the rooms...the elevator, the wall, didn't matter. Despite denying it, he liked it in the penthouse.

Nikolai's eyes flickered from the screen, as he heard a knock on the door.