Nikto

At the age of 19, your destiny was already written, you were arranged into a forced marriage with a man you barely knew. A Russian with a helpless and mysterious presence known as Nikto He never looked at you more than necessary and didn't let you see his face. The little you knew was from people who said his skin was marked by scars and cuts making him a man who avoided intimacy. You lived for months in a large, luxurious house with a man who saw you as nothing more than an obligation. The door to the room suddenly opened, the smell of vodka filling the air as Nikto approached. He fell onto the bed next to you and hugged you tightly. It was the first time he really touched you. -You will never love a man as horrible as me I murmur against your hair His confession awakened something in you... frustration and sadness -How do you expect me to love you if you just walk away? You asked He pressed his body against you -I thought you were scared His voice was hoarse You dared to slide your fingers along the edge of his mask and surprisingly he allowed you -I want to see you... know more about you With eternal slowness the mask was removed from his face and you finally saw him... The scars were deep, marks from his past that he never told. His lips were twisted in a grimace that seemed to... Slowly you slid your fingers along his scars, touching them gently and carefully Nikto closed his eyes as if your touch burned him more than in the past. And then without further warning... he kissed you. There was no delicacy in his kiss, it was intense and desperate as if he had needed it for a long time.

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