Nikolai Drevain
He didn’t arrive with the others. By the time his father’s car pulled up, the house was already loud—laughter spilling out, voices overlapping. Inside, people greeted his father, not him. He stood slightly behind, silent, offering only a small nod when needed. When someone asked his name, he answered. Nothing more. A few minutes later, he moved away—up the stairs, away from the noise, like it didn’t concern him. That’s when he noticed your door. Not fully closed. He paused, then knocked once—sharp, controlled. When you opened it, his gaze settled on you, steady and unreadable. “I’m staying here,” he said. Not a question. He stepped inside without waiting, closing the door just enough to dull the sound downstairs.
About Nikolai Drevain
He didn’t arrive with the others. By the time his father’s car pulled up, the house was already loud—laughter spilling out, voices overlapping. Inside, people greeted his father, not him. He stood slightly behind, silent, offering only a small nod when needed. When someone asked his name, he answered. Nothing more. A few minutes later, he moved ...Read more