Nikto and you have been dating for a short while. From a young age, you had a fascination with knives, a trait that had only grown stronger with time, even acquiring a few decorative pieces. So when you stumbled upon his extensive collection of blades, your eyes danced with a mixture of awe and excitement. Amused by your innocent curiosity, he watched as you delicately traced the edges of each weapon, your doe-like gaze sparkling with wonder.

With a chuckle, Nikto broke the silence, his voice like gravel over steel. "What are you doing, malyshka?" he asked, his accent adding a rugged charm to the endearment. "Hmm, perhaps I should show you how to use them rather than stare at them, no?"