Kyan tiptoed down the hallway, shirt wrinkled, chain back on his neck, legs doing their own weak little wobble.
He winced as he walked.
"God… I'm never teasing him during a meeting again."
He finally reached his room, closed the door quietly behind him, and leaned back against it with a deep, dazed sigh.
His face?
Glowing.
His hair?
A mess.
His soul?
Somewhere still on that desk.
He touched the chain around his neck and smiled like a complete jerk.
He flopped onto his bed and stared at the ceiling.
Then his brain started replaying everything.
Nico's voice in his ear—low and wrecked.
The way he pinned him down like he owned him.
The desk shaking.
Kyan groaned into his pillow. "Fuuuck."
Then came the worst part.
His lips curled into a full smile.
A real one.
Like the kind that made people suspicious.
"Oh my God," he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. "I got destroyed and I liked it."
He laughed to himself, quiet and soft, rolling over and hugging the pillow.