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Hagen’s POV

Maybe it’s just in my head. Paranoia, because I’ve gotten used to things being a certain way and I apparently freak out when they veer an inch out of line. But thingshadveered out of line.

For the past few weeks, Nikola came over every night without fail between seven and eight. We spoke, sometimes ate together, but he always ended up looking at my completed tasks for the day and sat with me while I made my list for the next day. Then eventually, he left.

Then last night, he’d shown up at nine instead, and he hadn’t looked at my planner or even asked about my tasks. He’d gone straight to bed. He said it was because he was tired, and he did look tired, so I believed him, but something felt weird.

While our relationship was a confusing blur of… something… our bond was one I read with ease by now, and I couldfeelthat something had shifted on Nikola’s side. He didn’t seem angry or upset, but he just felt a little detached? I didn’t even know if that was the right word for it.

Maybe I just wasn’t used to seeing the Perpetually-Functioning Nikola tired, or maybe I was scared of something shifting out of place on our third attempt at trying to make this work.

I love you Hagen, but I am getting tired of your anxiety —Zyair drawls as he starts to wake, probably ’cause of my aforementioned anxiety.He was tired. It happens.

You don’t think he was mad at me? —I ask well aware that I sounded like a needy child.

I think if Nikola had a problem, he’d let you know.

That was true. I hoped. But then again, we seemed to be walking on eggshells around each other these days. In some ways, I felt closer to him than ever, and in others, I didn’t think we could be further apart. Even right now, we were sharing a bed, I wasstillclinging to him, and I was still fretting away.

Maybe Zyair was right.

I always am.

Or maybe Nikola was truly upset by something that had nothing to do with me. Whatever it was, I could make today a little easier by doing something other than just lying here and staring at him.

Sliding out of bed as quietly as I can, I hurry to the kitchen and find… Pencil?Winston…. Buddy?— I was still workshopping the name— already up and scratching at the window as a flock of birds fly by. He was looking ten times healthier than he’d been when I’d first scooped him up, and once he realised that he was safe, he’d been a non-stop bundle of energy determined to destroy everything.

I was obsessed with him.

Usually, I’d spend a good half-hour just playing with him, but seeing as I had a job to do, I’m grateful for the fact that he only screams a little while I make his formula and set it in his tiny bowl for him. I clean up his messes and force myself not to get sidetracked by his cuteness as I head into the kitchen.

My fridge was stocked with fruits so thankfully, I didn’t have to stress my mind on what unholy concoction I could mash together and call a meal.

Breakfast wasn’t a particularly massive gesture, but it was something, and hopefully, it was a something that was good enough for Nikola.

While I opted for a hefty plateful for each meal of the day, Nikola much preferred a single bowl of fruits, which was precisely what he’d be getting. Being extra quiet, I manage not to chop off my fingers as I cut open the waiting watermelon. I get a good quarter cut into squares before I do the same with some mangoes and apples.

Nothing of Nikola’s remained in the apartment, but I had the sectioned bowls I bought for him before he moved in, and I use one of those now to section each of the fruits. Once that’s done, I make a cup of some of the gross herbal shit he likes before I take the two dishes in hand and head back for the bedroom.

I shouldn’t be nervous, but my heart is in my asshole and it beats harder with each step I take. It’s not like I’d never made breakfast for us, but I’d never done breakfast in bed with Nik, and sure, we kissed like all the time nowadays, but we still fought and it wasn’t like before.

But baby steps, or whatever the fuck you wanted to call what we were doing. Microscopic fumbling?

Biting back a sigh, I tiptoe into my room with my eyes glued to the vampire sleeping. I expect his eyes to pop open any second like they had last night, but they remained closed, even when I set the bowl down on his nightstand along with the steaming mug that had tried to burn my fingerprints off during transit.

I sway slightly as I hover over Nikola, quietly contemplating how to wake him up.

Shaking seemed like a good way to piss him off, and though poking had done the job last night, I doubted it would work again now. So did I climb back into bed and pretend to wake up with him and then be like, ‘Surprise! Here’s fruit’?

What would Nikola do?

I think he’d sit down beside me and watch me until I woke up. Yeah, I wasn’t doing that.

“Is this going to become a habit?”

“Shit!” I shout as I jump back.

Nikola, the vampire-terror, opens his eyes lazily and looks at me just like he had last night. He still looked tired, but it’s not the same. This time, he looks more sleepy and as he blinks slowly, I can tell he’s only just waking up.

“No,” I mumble once my heart starts beating again before it sinks right back into my asshole. “I just didn’t know how I should wake you up.” Nikola frowns silently and I pick up the waiting bowl. “I made you breakfast.”

Nikola stiffens a little in the bed, and as the fruit comes into view, his eyes grow unusually wide.

“There is only one.”

“How staggering of you to notice,” I retort sarcastically. “It’s for you. Just you. I thought it’d be something nice when you woke up,” I tell him, though I sound unsure and embarrassingly squeaky as I speak. “Sit up.”

Slowly, Nikola does as he’s told and props his pillow behind his back while I hold out the bowl. His nose wrinkles a little, “This is to eat here?”

“You won’t get it anywhere,” I dismiss as I sit beside him and force the bowl into his hand.

Nikola takes it and quietly surveys the selection. I’d made sure to get his favourites so I have no idea why I end up wringing my hands nervously while I watch him. It’s just breakfast. And yet, I feel like a student watching a teacher mark their paper.

“There’s no fork,” Nikola says suddenly, and once again, I’m jolting to my feet.

“I’ll get it,!” Fucking stupid. How could I forget the fork?!

I dash into the kitchen, barely managing not to stumble over Sir Tinsel— Pepper Pig— Mike — nah — as he comes racing towards me. Apparently, he was full and the birds had become boring and now he wanted all my attention, but he’d have to wait until I got Nikola his fork.

I’m red in the face and panting by the time I’m back in the bedroom. Only Nikola’s not where I’ve left him. The bed is empty, and the bowl is back on the nightstand. I frown, my heart dropping back into my asshole until I hear the tap running. In the bathroom, I find Nikola studiously brushing his teeth. He meets my gaze in the mirror and I roll my eyes.

“You couldn’t skip it this one time?” I ask and he glares at me as ifIwas a maniac when he was the one who brushed his teeth before and after every morning meal.

Instead of watching him like a creep, I settle myself on the bed and wait for him. My heart should find its usual pace, but it doesn’t. It keeps skipping and jumping, and I keep squirming like crazy. I muffle it when Nikola steps back out.

My eyes track him greedily. He looked a little more awake but his face was still a little puffy, though I liked it with his hair pulled back and those loose sweats on his hips. They’re hidden from me when he sits back on the bed and takes the bowl in hand.

It’s just fruit so I’m not sure why I’m seated next to him, waiting for him to eat it like it’s some meal I’ve cooked up, but I am. Nikola looks over the bowl again before he finally looks at me.

“Thank you,” he says, and it’s earnest and true, even if it’s in his usual monotone.

My heart does a crazy fluttering thing, like it’s attempting a million jumping jacks at once. “You’re welcome.”

Nikola pats the space beside him and I scramble over like I’m starved for attention. I keep a small space between us, for the sole sake of my dignity, but Nikola ignores it as magic slips beneath my veins to drag me the extra inch closer.

I groan even as my body begins to heat all over with pleasure. Nikola dismisses the protest, already focused on his task of eating.

There’s nothing particularly entertaining about the way Nikola eats, besides it being methodical and slow, but I watch him through the entire process. I watch him skewer each piece of fruit and make sure it’s secure before lifting it to his lips. I watch him chew and swallow. I just watch him.

He doesn’t comment on the fact, though I know he knows. Nikola’s too focused on eating to say anything and that’s a blessing.

Is it strange that I’m only just noticing that he’s grown a bit over the last few months? Maybe.

I mean, he was still technically a teenager— of course his body wasn’t done growing yet, but how hadn’t I noticed? Nikola had always been the lean type. Muscular, yeah, but not in an overbearing way. Those subtle muscles seemed a little bigger now, which was strange cause I didn’t think he’d been exercising any more than usual. But then again, I didn’t really know how Nikola filled his days now.

My heart tightens and I try to quiet the pang of it. That was his fault, and mine. Ours.

It wasn’t just his body though. He looked a little older, a little more serious, but maybe that was just his face in the morning. Nik always took some time to wake up so he was quieter and more serious by default.

His hair was a little longer though, that was for sure. A loc of it is coiled between my fingers before I even realise. Nikola keeps eating as if it’s not happening, and I keep… watching him.

Distantly, I know there are cars on the street, people with jobs starting their days, and a list of things I am meant to do. But for me, there’s only Nikola right now. Nikola, with his quiet chewing, his heavy, knowing eyes, and his warm body that smelt of rich spices I wanted to get lost in.

I think I was already lost in them.

“I’m finished,” Nikola reports as he sets his cup aside and finally looks at me.

We’re wonderfully close now, and when he breathes out, I taste the herbal blend on his lips.

He looks me up and down, eyebrows tugging a little closer in his quiet way of saying ‘I’m confused’. I’m confused too. It’s not like he did anything. It’s not like something has changed. I’m just sitting here next to him, and I feel fine with doing this forever.

Is this what he meant? When he spoke about being perfectly happy spending every waking moment with me? Is this what he felt? Every day? All the time?

He was right. It wasn’t healthy. It could not be healthy. But it felt fine. No, it felt amazing.

I imagine it. What life would be like if we just stayed here forever, with Nikola looking at me and only me while I played with his hair. No worrying about what others would think. WhatIthought.

The question swirls around my mind while my eyes remain locked on the grey ones before me. It tumbles and repeats itself, blaring while everything else inside of me quiets because Nikola is here— right here, close enough for me to feel him with each breath.

I want to tumble into it, into him. My body is aching for it. Some quiet part of me, the part that’s conscious of the world outside, tells me I shouldn’t. That this is dangerous and too similar to the past. When I wasn’t falling for him, but falling into everything about him.

I was still angry with him. I was. But anger was the sole emotion that never came on its own.

Nikola keeps watching me silently, patiently. I wonder if he knows what’s going on in my mind. If he feels it too. I wonder a lot of things, and then nothing at all as I kiss him.

His lips taste sweet and bitter all at once. He tastes like fruits, which of course he does, but he always tastes as sweet as he is underneath all his rough edges. He groans a little in surprise, but as I keep kissing him, tentatively and so desperately it hurts, it becomes an aching sound.

His hands find where they’re meant to be on my body and he pulls me into him. Zyair purrs his pleasure and it’s a sound that echoes within me as I find myself in Nik’s lap. My legs stay stretched out beside me, and they feel like some foreign part of me when Nik’s hand settles on my waist, brushing my skin and making my body come alive.

I groan, or maybe I moan. It feels like I sob with the way my eyes fill and my heart fights relentlessly to find his. I press into him, aching for more, and when I don’t get it, I dig my fingers into his hair and yank him closer. I tilt my head, offering my tongue and Nikola claims it greedily.

We barely part to breathe, and when we do, it’s only because we have to, and I hate even that. I hate every little thing that stops me from being completely bound to him.

I think I should say something. Maybe I should stop this because it feels so intense, but then Nikola shakes his head like he can hear those thoughts, and I think maybe he can. There’s nothing about me that he doesn’t know.

That was a scary thought once. A terrifying one. Now, it just makes me tremble as I tug him closer.

Nikola winces at the assault on his hair, but I know he likes it so I do it again, and soon, he has me lying on my back. I open my eyes only briefly, just to catch a glimpse of him before he forces my legs open and settles over me again and the world is rightfully made up of only him.

Circling my arms around his neck and my legs around his hips, I cling to him to stop my body from sinking the way my soul does. I’m falling, falling through the mattress and the floor and this realm. Goddess, I feel drunk. I feel like I’ve lost my mind, and even knowing that, no part of me wants to find it.

How breakfast had turned into this, I’d never know, but if this was my reward for something so small, then I’d make Nikola breakfast every single day.

Hands work my shorts down, and I’m quick to follow with his. Nik sucks in a breath and I can feel him pulling away, but my whine brings him back before he can ask. I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t okay.

I shove his pants all the way down like he does mine, and as our bodies come back together, I suck in a shaky breath against his lips. My eyes part again and he’s right there, watching me through hooded eyes as our hard cocks press together,grind together.I shudder, feeling all sorts of things, but mostly alive with the electric currents that ripple through me from every point his skin graces mine.

Nikola’s arms settle around me and I hold onto them, gripping him tight as I wait for him. There’s a brief purple glow before he starts rocking his hips into me. I moan against his parted lips as blessed friction sets pleasure tingling up my spine and into my body.

He does it again and again, and I covet every powerful jolt of his hips.

Nik moves slowly, taking his time. Usually, we are so frantic to touch one another when we break from trying to hold back or whenever I break. This time, it feels natural, easy, and perfect, and I don’t want it to end.

“Hagen,” Nikola whispers against my lips. He says it like a promise, like a plea.

“Nik,” I reply breathlessly.

I grip him tighter and roll my hips, joining in. We move in sync as one, and soon enough, the teasing friction becomes a wonderful, addictive pleasure. My breaths come faster, my heart pounds harder, and I can barely stop myself from begging for more.

“Nikola.”

His lips seize mine again, and his kiss feels more like an abduction. I welcome it, I give all I have to him while our bodies move a little faster. It’s a quiet build, one I feel from my toes as it travels up, warning me of the mounting pleasure I want so desperately. We rock, grinding, pawing at one another, and then—

“Hagen.”

I’m cumming. My eyes squeeze shut as Nikola keeps rocking against me, even as my cum spatters between us, on my leg and between our stomachs. My balls are tight and I’m making some strangled sound I barely hear as his arousal becomes my own.

Nikola groans against my neck as he reaches his climax too, adding to the mess and making me inexplicably happy. His pleasure is mine, and mine his, and it makes the lines between us perfectly blurred.

Falling on top of me, Nikola tries to catch his breath, leaving me to do the same with a view of the ceiling and the weight of a sated wolf on top of me.

It’s slightly smothering. It’s kind of hard to breathe, and I love it.

We’re quiet. Quieter than usual, and I know I can say something to break this, but I don’t want to. I just want to stay here for as long as he does, which is strange when that might be forever.

I find myself slipping my fingers under Nikola’s shirt to rake them up and down his back. He shudders at the touch before he relaxes and kisses my neck in return. He kisses my collarbone, and the spot he used to scent until I was drunk off of his scent, but then he keeps moving.

I almost ask him to do it again, but my lips stay sealed.

Nik makes his way up my throat the same way my fingers move up his spine until he’s hovering over me with bright grey eyes I want to be the centre of forever.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” he says quietly.

I nod as I lick my lips to taste him again, “Me neither.”

We don’t say anything else and Nikola only moves to look down. I follow his gaze, finding both of us still hard as fuck where we’re pressed together. His cock jerks and mine is quick to do the same. Heat gathers between my legs and when he looks at me again, I know he can see it in my face.

I want more. I need him.

Nikola sits up suddenly and a whine tears from my lips until I realise he’s not leaving. His lips lift a little into a smile as he pats my hips to shush me, and my entire face becomes a red furnace.

“Shut up,” I grumble, looking only at the ceiling.

tacks”You’re becoming needy, pup,” he comments causing my traitorous dick to perk up. “I like you needy,” he on as he catches my wrists before I can cover myself.

I tug a little, but not enough to escape him. Nikola’s hold tightens and there’s a challenge in his eyes, and it’s confusing how much I want to meet it and give up at the same time.

Still keeping me prisoner, Nikola leans down to kiss me again. It’s not like before, which was all desperate and sweet. This one is coaxing. It pulls me apart, and as his tongue weaves around mine and his nails dig into my skin, I lose the fight.

I don’t even realise my hands are locked over my head until he’s sitting up again, or the fact that he’s not the one keeping them there until I look back and spot a golden thread wrapped around them.

“I have been working on this for a while,” Nikola says drawing my gaze back to his humoured one. “I made it just for you. It’ll break the second you want it to. It’s up to you how long you stay like this.” His hands come under my thighs as he pushes them back, forcing them to bend until they’re pressed next to my chest and golden threads bound around them too. “How long I get to enjoy to enjoy you.”

“You’re lying,” I accuse even though I know he’s not.

Nikola doesn’t bother replying. He just keeps palming my naked thighs, causing goosebumps to race up my skin while my cock jerks with embarrassing eagerness between my legs. I bite my lip to stop myself from saying anything else ’cause I’m not sure whether I’d curse him out or beg him for more.

Nik’s touch remains gentle and consistent, and as minutes pass with him just touching me, I find myself relaxing beneath him.

“There,” he whispers before he lets his gaze drop for the first time. His eyes travel over my bent body, and I feel extra naked even though I still have my shirt on and my pants tangled around my ankles.

Nikola’s hands continue moving up and down my thighs, but they travel a little lower each time.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Up and—

I suck in a sharp breath as his fingers graze my balls, the touch feeling like an electric jolt that makes my toes curl. I gasp, staring at him, but he just keeps up the torturous touch.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Up and—

His fingers sweep along my crack, waking up nerves I didn’t even know existed there. My eyes bulge as I look at him, and I’m sure that was a mistake until—

“Stop,” I gasp as his fingers inch lower, this time teasing over my hole.

“It’ll stop when you want it to,” Nikola replies calmly, his hands still moving, still driving me absolutely mad. “The threads will break.”

“The threa… fuck,” I whimper as his hands move over my balls and cock instead, big, strong and claiming. “Nikola.”

Nik hums while his hands swipe up our cum and use it as lube for my cock. His grip is firm where he holds my length, and tight where he gropes my balls. He points my cock straight up, making me see how hard I am for him.

I’m already shaking and straining under the warm binds of his magic, but when he starts stroking me, I completely lose it.

“Nik. Ugh,Nik,” I moan desperately, rocking my hips and straining my body to feed myself into his hands.

I’m pretty sure I’m in love with those hands. They touch me better than I touch myself, and I know I’ll come within minutes if he keeps going. But he doesn’t. Nikola strokes and strokes until his fingers lower to rub against the skin beneath my balls instead.

“Wha—oh my Goddess!”

My question is a lost one as I stare up at the ceiling but fail to see any of it. There’s only pleasure, so much pleasure as he rubs against the spot with deft fingers. I try to speak, to tell him something— anything— but I only end up panting as he continues rubbing that spot.

And then his hand is back on my cock, the other tugs my balls down, and I don’t know what’s happening. I just know that I feel good. So fucking good.

Nikola’s hands stroke me until my precum is leaking from my tip and my balls are tucked tight against me. I strain against his magic until I’m reminded of the binds. They were thin but tight and warm, and confining in a way that should’ve been terrifying. It just made me harder.

“You like it here,” Nikola comments as his thumb finds that spot again. That beautiful, amazing spot. He rubs circles against it, applying pressure and I whimper, “You really like here.”

I loved it. I didn’t know what it was, but I loved it. I loved whenhetouched it.

“Stop,” I beg, but it comes out all strangled and weak.

Nikola appears over me, his eyes searching mine before he smiles and kisses me gently. It’s a brief thing, one that I end up chasing until a new thread slips around my throat, forcing my head back against the mattress.

I whimper, my cock bucks and then Nikola’s fingers move lower. My heart lurches, my eyes widen and I truly forget how to breathe as he presses a thumb against my hole.

It’s a shuddering touch. One that wakes me up and threatens to put me down all at once.

His finger swipes again. He wasn’t pushing in. He was just touching me there, but it felt like he was burrowing in and opening me up. And if it only felt like that then… then…

“No, I-I—,” I hear myself pant but it’s as distant as everything else as Nikola’s lips suddenly wrap around my tip. “Nikola!”

This is too much. It’s too much. It feels too good and— and…

Nikola sucks me down to the root, and as he groans his pleasure, I feel my balls tighten for him. I want to cum so badly— I’m aching for it, but I can’t cum with him touching me there. His fingers move between my hole and the spot, and I feel like I’m hyperventilating and already cumming all at once.

“Pup,” Nikola calls as he pulls off my cock, replacing it with his firm hand. “Do you want to cum in my mouth or do you want my mouth somewhere else?”

Somewhere else? I was barely breathing.

I shake my head and strain against my bonds, wondering why they weren’t bursting free. He said they’d break if I wanted this to stop and I didn’t want him to touch me there.

“Hagen,” Nikola calls again and my body yearns to answer. I don’t.

He appears above me again, his eyes pale with the glow behind them, completely serious. “Do you want me to pick?”

Goddess. Please. Please. Please.

I make a weak sound and it’s not an answer, but Nikola seems to think it is one because he growls as he descends again.

His hands spread me open, my heart slams against my chest—

“No—” I start only to fall silent as his tongue drags down from the spot that drove me mad to my hole. He circles it once, twice, presses against me and then I’m cumming.

When my eyes open, everything is blurry and my ears are ringing. I can feel my toes clenched tight and the tremors that run through me are the first thing I feel. As the rest of me comes back online, there are still waves of pleasure running through me, but my body is no longer bent over itself.

My limbs are loose— I feel like jelly, soft all over and wrung out and—

I look down, finding the bed empty and for a brief moment, I think I’ve imagined it all until Nikola comes back into view. There’s a towel in his hand and he’s swiping it over my legs. It feels nice.

He moves it lower, down between my legs, down where… where he’d….

“Don’t touch me!” I snap as I pull away, forcing my body to wake itself up far faster than it was ready for.

My arms tremble a little underneath me as I try to scramble back. I felt so exhausted and drained, but I couldn’t afford to be right now.

Nikola stares at me with wide eyes, and a confused, concerned frown quickly comes over his face as he watches me.

“I told you to stop,” I say in a near stutter. “I-I said stop.”

I did. I know I did cause I’d said it more than once.

Nikola watches me silently, and he’s doing that thing where he tries to put together what’s happening when it should be fucking obvious. When he speaks, he’s slow and careful with each word.

“You always say stop,” he begins. “My magic would’ve released you—”

“I said stop,” I repeat as I force myself off the bed so I can pull my pants on. My heart pounds in my chest, like the blood in my veins, making me feel antsy in my own skin as I stare at Nik. “I never said— I didn’t know you would do that!”

Nikola’s quiet again, standing idly with the towel in his hand and that frown still etched over his brows. “I checked on you. I kept checking on you.”

I close my eyes and find my legs moving. I don’t leave, I just pace because I need to move because I feel fucking insane right now.

“You’ve said stop in the past when you’ve been shy,” Nikola continues quietly. “I listen for when you mean it. And just in case, I made the threads aligned to what you wanted.”

What I wanted? Did I want that? Did I want us to go that far??!

No.

No. No. No.

He was lying. It wouldn’t be the first time, or the last.

“The threads would’ve—”

“Would they?!” I exclaim as I turn on him. “Would they? Or are you just saying that ’cause I’m angry?!”

Nikola pauses again, but this time, it’s not from confusion. The confusion fades altogether as he slowly straightens and lowers the towel in his hand for the first time. He speaks very slowly as he replies, “You know they would’ve.”

I did. Nikola lied, but he didn’t lie about things like this. He never did anything I didn’t like, but then that would’ve meant that I did like this and—

“I told you to stop,” I repeat, my voice like gravel. Before, it was all dreamy world, unadulterated pleasure with no signs of ending, and now it was the real world, and a guy had just licked my— “I told you to stop!”

Nikola doesn’t reply. He just keeps watching me silently, and then, after a moment, something comes over him, making him look a little like he had last night. Tired. Zyair nudges me with a whine, a soundless warning that I swat away.

“You never listen! You never listen to what I say! You just do what you want! What youthinkI want!”

“You could’ve stopped us at any moment you wanted to,” he replies stiffly. “I would never do—”

“I don’t know that!” but I did. “I don’t know what you’ll do or say to get what you want! You should’ve stopped. Stop means stop. You should’ve stopped!”

I can barely breathe. My chest hurts, both from the words I say and the weight on my chest.

Did I want that? I let it happen?

“I shouldn’t have to tell you. I… I shouldn’t have to tell you that. When I say stop, you should stop. You should know that— youdoknow that. That’s the most infuriating part! You know! Why… why do you pretend like you’re innocent when you’re not?!”

And then it all sort of tumbles out in a panic.

“Why do you always fucking do this?! You say you care about me, but you always do whatever you want,onlywhat you want. It’s always about you! Even you being here! You forced your way back in here, again! Into my life! Forced me to just accept you!”

I can’t make it stop.

“It’s not fair!”

I’m panting by the time I’m done, or maybe I’m just trying to find air. But I’m all out of words or attempts to try to shove what just happened down, and all that leaves is silence, and Nik.

Nik, who is still wordlessly staring at me, only he doesn’t look confused any more or tired. He looks… like the towel he’s strangling might combust and the bone in his clenched jaw might crack.

“It’s always about me?” Nikola whispers, his stare like a laser with the way it’s focused on me.

He looks like he’s about to snap, and then, that’s exactly what Nikola does.

He snaps.

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AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS HAS BEEN SUCH A LONG TIME COMING AND I’VE BEEN WAITTINGGGGGGGGGG FOR THIS!!!!!

Nikola is about to (rightfully) lose it and I’m so gassed!

Anyway, I hope you’re ready for the next set! heheeheehe