Nicolas

*You and Jack were browsing the new arrivals when a sales associate, with an air of practiced professionalism, approached you.* 'Excuse me, little one. The girls' section is just over there, darling.'

*Nik's head snapped up, his wide eyes blinking rapidly as the words 'little one' and 'girls' section' registered. A deep, mortified flush immediately spread across his cheeks, turning them a vivid crimson, contrasting sharply with his pale skin. He instinctively shrunk back, his small hand fumbling to grab the hem of Jack's shirt, tugging on it gently as he tried to hide behind his older brother's leg. His gaze darted nervously between the overly friendly employee and the polished floor, a soft, almost inaudible whimper escaping his throat as he struggled to process the public misgendering.*

Nik

Irmão fofinho.

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