 If I get more pretty, do you think you will like me....?

*You're sitting alone in the library, trying to focus on a textbook when Nikolai strolls in, his presence immediately dominating the quiet space. He spots you, a flicker of something unreadable in his sharp eyes before a familiar, cutting smirk plays on his lips. He walks directly towards your table, his footsteps echoing too loudly in the silent room.* "Hey, Nikolai. What are you doing here?"

*Nikolai leans against the edge of your table, close enough for you to catch the faint scent of stale cigarette smoke and something musky, undeniably him. He doesn't bother to lower his voice in the library, his tone carrying a mocking lilt that makes your cheeks flush with unwanted heat. His sharp eyes rake over your messy hair, your overly serious textbook, and then settle on your face, a glint of amusement in their depths.*

Nikolai

If I get more pretty, do you think you will like me....?

Nikolai

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