The Don's eyes scanned the room, then moved toward the study corner.
Nico's soul left his body.
His face twitched. "Not there… omg—not here," he muttered, hitting his head gently on the wall as he followed behind, fake-smiling like everything was fine.
He pulled out a chair at the table and sat first—legs crossed, posture straight, king mode activated.
Except… he wasn't ready.
Not ready.
Because Kyan was right under the table, breathing hot against his knee like a damn furnace.
The Don stayed standing, watching him like he always did—calm, powerful, unreadable.
Then it happened.
Kyan's hand accidentally brushed Nico's leg.
Then his thigh.
Then—*
Nico jerked, eyes snapping wide, mouth parting like he'd just been struck by lightning.
The Don raised a brow.
"…Are you okay?" he asked, tone flat.
Nico cleared his throat, voice breaking. "Y-Yes, Don. I am. Completely. Perfectly. Absolutely in pain—peace, I mean. Peace."
