Angelo had been expecting to see Nikolai as soon as he got to the bar, he half expected to see the Mafia King already waiting for him in his office, but a few minutes after he settled into his favorite couch, there was still no one at the door.
It wasn't until almost half an hour later, when he had started dozing off, that the door opened. Only one person would walk right in without knocking, so he didn't bother opening his eyes.
He knew there was no reason to be worried about Nikolai - if anything, the worry was more apt for whoever crossed the Mafia King - yet he had stared at the door for the past hour, worry swirling in his pale green eyes.
Nikolai stopped at the door at the sight of a sleeping Angelo, his expression wry. His cold assassin was fast asleep, not caring if he lived or died.
He walked over to cover him up with his trench coat, hands clenched into fists to keep them to himself because he knew that if he reached for a taste of Angelo, he would never leave.
