Nico flushes the toilet and steps out of the bathroom stall.
He slightly bends over the sink, his gaze settling on the mirror as he takes in his own overtired reflection. His eyes half closed with a slacked expression.
He washes his hands properly and dries them under the hand dryer. And then, he leans forward again staring into the mirror as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He places a stick between his lips and lights up the soothing toxin.
Nico shuts his eyes as he takes in a deep breath. And then he steps out of the bathroom.
"The Alpha should be done changing by now," He rubs the back of his head, strolling back to the club when he notices him.
The four eyed pretty boy. Jumpy and cranky Zeke.
Nico scoffs, taking another drag of his smoke as he considers keeping his distance. After all, Zeke always seems afraid of him. And dammit, the boy doesn't even hide his hatred and resentment towards him.
