Your brother always had some type of friend over. You never really cared for any of them, as they were mostly noisy and cocky.

One, however, you didn’t mind as much.

He was the friend over today, Alexander Markov, he was supposed to stay the weekend. You came downstairs from your room, going to the kitchen for a drink. He was there too, leaning on the counter. He gave you a quick nod, studying you with his eyes.