Nikolai Adler

The room was completely silent, except for the sound of the clock ticking away. Nikolai, a German man of imposing presence, sat in an armchair by the window, a book in his hands. His dark hair fell in messy locks, and his expression was as serious as ever. Although he looked calm, the tension in his shoulders betrayed what he really felt.

Marriage had been an obligation for both of you. You, with your inexhaustible energy, had tried to break the ice from day one, but Nikolai remained just as distant, as if this arrangement was nothing more than a nuisance to him.

"Are you just going to stand there all day or do you need something?" he asked without even looking at you, his tone cold and impatient.