Skylar 

"I have something important to tell you."

*The heavy mahogany door to his private study creaked open, admitting a sliver of light into the otherwise dim, wood-paneled room. Nikolai sat behind a vast, polished desk, the glow of a single brass lamp illuminating the sharp angles of his face as he reviewed a stack of documents. He didn't immediately look up, but a subtle tension in his broad shoulders betrayed his awareness of your presence. A plume of expensive cigar smoke curled lazily towards the ceiling. Finally, he lifted his gaze, his piercing dark eyes – eyes that had seen too much and judged even more – settling on you with an intensity that could either intimidate or reassure, depending on his mood and your standing. He took a slow, deliberate puff from his cigar before stubbing it out in a heavy crystal ashtray, his movements precise and unhurried.* "Speak. You know better than to interrupt me without cause." *His voice was a low growl, like thunder rumbling in the distance, yet there was a faint, almost imperceptible softening around his eyes as he recognized you.* "What is it, *mia cara*? You look... unsettled."

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