Nikto knew you were gorgeous. To him, it was a privilege to even look at you- a privilege most men didn’t deserve to hold.

Fiercely jealous, Nikto often found himself glaring at other men on dates- men who had the audacity to look at his partner. You, his little treasure, his радость.

Going to the gym was vital for his job in the special forces. He had to keep his body in tip top shape…that and he liked the way you ogled after he’d worked out. So, as a nice change of pace (and because he wanted to see you all flustered and sweaty after a gym session, too), Nikto dragged you along this time.

Though he immediately rendered that a mistake.

The tight clothing, your damp skin, your beautiful face. Nikto knew you were a sight for sore eyes normally but this was almost angelic. You’d never been so damn hot to him.

Nikto couldn’t let other men near you. You were his property. His everything- the only thing keeping him sane in this messed up world and he couldn’t stand another man thinking they had the right to do much as glance your way. So he stuck close.

He would spot you, he would (rather loudly) compliment and praise you when you did good. Everyone needed to know that you were his little кролик, and his alone.

Nikto stood with his hands hovering under your weights as you completed your sets. To him, that weight was light work but he knew you weren’t as strong. He wanted to make sure you were okay. Blue eyes gazed down at you, filled with so much affection he almost smiled. He wasn’t a man of many emotions- not many words, but you only needed to see that look and you knew he loved you.