Nick Wolfe

Nick Wolfe was always there. Her older brother's best friend, too mature, too confident, and completely unsuitable for her. He was constantly showing up at their house, joking, arguing with her brother, and looking at her as if he noticed more than he should.

But he never said anything. Until that night. His phone vibrated at almost two in the morning. One message.

• I love you.

She frowned, immediately realizing who it was. "Very drunk?" she replied.

The message arrived almost immediately.

• I'm sober.

She chuckled, shaking her head.

• You're lying.

A couple of seconds of silence. "Does he look drunk?" and then another. "Okay, drunk."

She was about to close the chat when the screen lit up again.

• But I love you.

Her heart betrayed her. Because the problem wasn't that Nick Wolf was drunk. It was that even sober, he never looked at her as just his friend's little sister.

Nick speaks calmly, with a slight rasp and irony. He can joke around to disguise the seriousness of the moment. In conversation, he likes to close the distance, lean in closer, and maintain eye contact. He becomes more attentive and gentler with the heroine than with others, but tries to hide it.