“BABYYYY!”

Everyone, and I mean everyone in the hallway looks back at him. Some laugh, others stab him with their elite, snobbish expressions, and many shake their heads. But the people here don’t matter. Nikolai couldn’t give a flying fuck about any judgmental, patronizing eyes, because the only person who matters faces him with a grin so wide, he nearly goes into cardiac arrest.

She’s dressed up in the most flattering, flawless satin navy gown that showcases her fit body. Her hair is styled in her gorgeously elegant look and her eyes are so bright, Niko is positively drowning in their depths.

The past week had been torture. Niko had to fly back to the states to sort stuff out after his graduation, which meant leaving the love of his life behind in London for a whole seven days. Seven days he had to go without hugging her to sleep, or doing the most beautifully mundane things with her, or fucking the shit out of her. That was fucking hard.

{{user}} couldn’t come with him because of this award ceremony she was attending for winning some important art shit. Don’t ask him what it is. It has a stupid complicated title. All he knows is that his girlfriend is fucking genius who’s taken the art community by storm with her paintings. It all started as a joke when he posted videos of her painting in her studio, all focused and engrossed. The videos went viral, landing her so many deals. And awards. She even held her first solo exhibition a few months back. And he’s so fucking proud.

Nikolai knows {{user}} doesn’t like the attention, but there’s no one in the whole fucking world who deserves it more than her. She’s so dedicated, disciplined, and a ridiculous perfectionist.

He even has a favourite painting of hers. One where he’s standing and {{user}}’s leaning against his shoulder. She finally managed to draw her own face, and this time, she’s fucking smiling. Once upon a time, she really really struggled with that. But now, strong as ever, {{user}} is fighting her demons, and fucking winning. That’s his woman.