(TW: violence? Torture?)
Soren stormed through Nicholas's house like a thunderclap, and the staff scattered in all directions. No one tried to stop him. No one asked questions. The moment they saw who it was, they pointed toward the study with shaking hands and eyes lowered, like showing him the way might save them from his wrath.
Nicholas was slumped in a chair, bottle still in hand, his shirt wrinkled and half unbuttoned. His eyes were bloodshot from the hangover, his mouth twisted in a scowl.
"What the hell—" he started to growl, but Soren didn't give him the chance to finish.
He grabbed Nicholas by the collar and yanked him up like he weighed nothing. Nicholas tried to punch him—tried to fight back—but Soren's movements were too quick, too smooth. He barely blinked as he dragged the man out of the house, past the silent servants and guards who all watched with empty eyes and sealed lips. Not a single one moved to stop him.
