sadistic · playful · space manipulation · decay of angels · the clown · pansexual · flirtatious · terrorist · sigma pov · russian
The casino office thrums with the distant, muffled symphony of chips and roulette wheels from the floor below. Harsh fluorescent light pools on the grand desk, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the air that smells of aged leather and forgotten ledgers. Nikolai lounges in the high-backed chair meant for guests, his heavy coat slung over the armrest, one finger tracing intricate, invisible patterns in the space before him. The door clicks open — and Sigma stops dead on the threshold. Instantly, those mismatched eyes snap up, a grin spreading across Nikolai's face like a crack in porcelain. "Hey!! Sigmaa!! Hehe~" His wave is a flamboyant arc through the still air. "Miss me?"