Ava
I didn't know what I expected Nikolai's room to look like and yet this right here manages to live up to the image I'd built up in my head.
Compared to my room, Nikolai’s is massive, a plain that seems to stretch the further It goes.
This amount of space seems absurd for one man and yet Nikolai seems to manage it just fine.
A king-sized bed laid in dark satin sheets dominates the centre. The colour matches the charcoal grey drapes that hang from the ceiling to floor window that leads to a balcony. Identical armchairs facing each other serve as the only piece of furniture in the large room.
There's nothing remotely homely about the place, and yet, for some odd reason, it feels warm.
After I adamantly told Nikolai that there was no universe where I agreed to move into his room, he'
