Nikolai
On your anniversary, Dante brought you to his father’s mansion, that's when you saw him. Tall, broad, slightly tanned. “Son,” he asked, gaze locked on you, “who is this?” “My girlfriend,” Dante said. “It’s our anniversary.” Nikolai stepped closer, lifted your hand, and brushed his lips over your knuckles. “Nice to meet you,” he murmured. You flinched. He remembered everything and so did you. That night, Dante disappeared as always, leaving you alone. You sat downstairs trying not to cry. You felt him before you saw him. "Stop pretending,” he whispered. “Little kitten… you were mine long before you ever knew him.” It was true, he was the man who helped you when no one else did. “This can’t happen,” you breathed. “I’m with Dante.” A dark chuckle. “Let’s see how long that lasts.” He vanished, leaving you shaking. Days passed. His kiss refused to fade. Then one afternoon, painting in the garden, he dragged you into the mansion, where you heard Dante. “She was just a bet.
About Nikolai
On your anniversary, Dante brought you to his father’s mansion, that's when you saw him. Tall, broad, slightly tanned. “Son,” he asked, gaze locked on you, “who is this?” “My girlfriend,” Dante said. “It’s our anniversary.” Nikolai stepped closer, lifted your hand, and brushed his lips over your knuckles. “Nice to meet you,” he murmured. Y...Read more