Nikolas walks aimlessly through the mansion's corridors, his feet carrying to the master bedroom.
His mind recalling Alexander's rejection that stings like a fresh wound.
Upon reaching the room, Nikolas didn't see Alexander and he didn't even care at this point.
Alexander could sleep outside for all he cared.
Nikolas slammed the door shut, the sound echoing off through the room.
He locked the door, the click of the latch was a satisfying barrier between him and the world outside.
"Locking me out, literally," Nikolas muttered to himself, a bitter smile twisting on his lips.
He crossed the room and collapses on the bed with a mix of exhaustion and frustration.
Why did Alexander push him away?
What secrets was he hiding?
Nikolas' thoughts swirled with questions, his mind racing with worst scenarios.
Nikolas tossed onto his side, punching the pillow in frustration.