Caesar didn't just wear gloves because he didn't want to have physical contact with humans, but also because he wanted to avoid germs as much as he could. The man also had the tendency to leave everything perfect, be it a box of fountain pens or stacks of his books.
He was a handful.
Receiving his glass of cocktail from the bartender, Nikolai turned his attention to Yuri. "What are you going to do now?"
"About?" Yuri spared him a glance.
"Well, there is a high chance you won't be getting another mate since she rejected you. So, what will you do now?" Nikolai asked, curious. "Will you get a random omega or-"
"I'm not that desperate." Yuri glared at him, his grip on the cocktail glass tightening. "Besides, which fucking omega do you even think would be willing to go with my ass? If my own mate rejected me, I don't see the reason why others won't."
