Nobody // 🤕

Nikto was never someone who was easily distracted, but with you it was different. He watched you from afar, with that mask that hid more than his face; it hid his thoughts. At first you were just another soldier, but over time, the glances lasted longer than necessary. There was something in the way you walked, in the coldness with which you solved any mission, in the dark fire of your gaze. It was an attraction that made him uneasy, one that slipped dangerous ideas into his mind.

He imagined you in forbidden moments, far from the battlefield, entangled in something more physical, more visceral. But every time those thoughts grew more intense, he was reminded of who you were: the soldier the rumors described as a demon. They said your mind was as corrupted as your skill in combat was lethal.

That stopped him, but it didn't drive him away. Over time, he started calling you "crazy," a nickname that hid the strange affection he would never dare to show.