“No, tell me more,” Yulian says.
“Yeah, so, like, V was kind ofobsessedwith you, kept talking about youallthe time.”
“Is that so?” Yulian grins, and I squeeze his hand so he’ll stop gloating, but then again, I love how he looks so happy, so I let it go.
For now.
I’ll be making Niko suffer for this later, though. Might mention his crush on Cyrus back then to Brandon just to make him pay.
Yes, I can be colossally petty.
“For the record,” Gareth says, holding up a hand and raising his eyebrows. “I still think you’re a fuckboy, Yulian.”
“I’m areformedfuckboy.” Yulian places a hand on his now healed chest. “Mishka fixed me.”
“Aw, you call him Mishka.” Niko grins. “That’s fuckingadorable, dude.”
“Disgusting,” Kill says at the same time.
“Cringe,” Gareth adds.
“No one asked for your opinions,” I say. “Only Niko’s matters.”
“See?” Nikolai grins. “Told you I was the blueprint. Now, the most important question: you top or bottom, V?”
“Please, no more bottoms.” Killian’s face pales as he gives his brother, Gareth, the side-eye. “I’m still traumatized.”
Gareth flips him off.
“None of your business,” I say.
“A bottom, then?” Niko asks.
“We don’t do that.” Yulian grabs my nape. “We don’t have fixed roles, and it works for us.”
“You don’t have to tell them shit,” I whisper, and he just grins.
“I don’t mind.”
“Hold up.” Nikolai scratches his chin. “I need to know who’s the little spoon and big spoon.”
I glare at him. “Shut up, Niko.”
“I mean, I’m little spoon to my lotus flower.”
“You’re a littledogto your lotus flower,” Killian says. “Who’s still Landon King’s identical twin, by the way.”
“Told you they’re completely fucking different, Satan’s heir. Don’t make me punch you.”
“Is anyone going to tell me what he’s doing here?” Jeremy juts his chin in the direction of Cyrus, who’s lurking in the shadows.
“I’m not sure.” I grind my jaw. Yes, still not a big fan of Cyrus. One day, I’ll stop being jealous.
But not today.
“I’m here to make sure no one abuses Yulian,” he says.
“I’m here to do that.” I glare at him, and Yulian laughs, dropping his hand from my nape to my waist.
