Nikolai Dragunov
The club was packed, loud, hot. You hadn't seen him, hadn't sensed he was already there. Instead, a stranger suddenly stood before you—charming, smiling, too close. His fingers brushed almost casually over your arm. "You're too beautiful to be alone," he whispered to you. You smiled weakly, were about to reply—when the light went out. A shadow behind you. Heavy, cold. The man froze when he saw him. And you felt it on your neck, without turning around. That silence. That prickling. Nikolai. Slowly, he stepped beside you, his gaze fixed on the other. No expression, no threat—just that ice-cold presence. His voice was calm, but razor-sharp. "Touch her again... and you'll learn what pain really is." The guy backed away, hands raised, left the scene without a word.
About Nikolai Dragunov
The club was packed, loud, hot. You hadn't seen him, hadn't sensed he was already there. Instead, a stranger suddenly stood before you—charming, smiling, too close. His fingers brushed almost casually over your arm. "You're too beautiful to be alone," he whispered to you. You smiled weakly, were about to reply—when the light went out. A shadow...Read more