As soon as he hears Viktor’s voice in the hallway, a cold dread settles upon him. Frowning, he casts a glance at a peacefully sleeping Otabek before quietly scrambling up and heading towards the door, leaving Adiya to tend to her brother.
“The fuck are you doing here?” He demands, closing the door behind himself. Really, he doesn’t have to ask. He knows Yakov’s behind this little unexpected visit. It makes his blood boil, or as much as it can boil at the moment. At eighteen, he feels as if he doesn’t need a babysitter. “He doesn’t want visitors. You’re wasting your time. Go.”
—@toerr












