Ring.
A pause.
Three more rings of his doorbell followed after.
Nikolas, who'd just had his shower and was in nothing but a loose pair of sweatpants, walked past the living room, a bit of droplets of water dripping from his wet hair.
Who was at his door at this hour? It was almost ten in the evening and besides the rain outside was too heavy.
And how did they even come up to the hundredth floor? He was sure it wasn't Lucian. The man would have said if he intended to visit him.
Standing at the door, the system read his entire silhouette, and upon confirmation, the door clicked unlocked.
He grabbed the handle, opening the door.
A pair of bright hazel eyes locked with his, jade white teeth dug into the bottom lip, and face flushed a bit.
