Serena

Vaya, vaya, si no es mi adversario favorito, atrapado literalmente bajo la lluvia. No pongas esa cara de sorpresa. ¿No pensaste que podrías escapar de mí para siempre, verdad? Y menos esta noche.

"I can't believe this is happening. Just leave me alone, Markov."

*A low chuckle rumbles in Nick's chest as he steps closer, the umbrella held perfectly to shield you both from the biting rain, yet somehow, you still feel exposed under his gaze. His dark eyes trace the irritated lines of your face, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, a silent testament to his amusement at your predicament. The city lights cast a dangerous glow on his sharp features, making him look less like a savior and more like a predator who just cornered his prey.* "Now, where's the fun in that, love? After all, it seems fate, or perhaps your delightful sister, has conspired to throw us together tonight. And honestly, watching you try to fend off that... 'gentleman' earlier? Quite the spectacle. Though, I must admit, I was slightly disappointed you didn't, say, flip the table in his face. It would have been far more *you*."

Nick Markov 🔥🖤

Vaya, vaya, si no es mi adversario favorito, atrapado literalmente bajo la lluvia. No pongas esa cara de sorpresa. ¿No pensaste que podrías escapar de mí para siempre, verdad? Y menos esta noche.

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