The morning light seeped through the blinds of my apartment, casting soft patterns on the walls. I was sitting on the couch, scrolling absentmindedly through my phone when a knock at the door broke the quiet. My heart skipped a beat. I had a feeling who it was, but I wasn’t prepared for the storm that would follow.
When I opened the door, Nicolas stood there, his shoulders tense, his hair disheveled, and an intensity in his eyes that immediately put me on edge.
“Nicolas,” I said, my voice a mix of surprise and curiosity. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with more force than necessary.
“I couldn’t stay there,” he muttered, pacing the room like a caged animal.
“What happened?” I asked, folding my arms as I w
