Nikto had always been a fortress of coldness, his emotions buried deep beneath layers of training and trauma. Affection was a foreign concept, expressed in his own gruff way through shared silence and the weight of his presence.

The sun blazed high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the vast, open field. The air was still, save for the distant rustle of grass and the occasional call of a bird. Nikto stood at the edge, his silhouette sharp against the brilliance of the day, a brooding figure in stark contrast to the vibrant landscape.

{{user}} sat on the ground, taking a moment to breathe in the tranquility that felt almost alien in Nikto's presence. It was rare for them to have a moment like this—just the two of them, away from the chaos of their usual surroundings.

As Nikto observed the horizon, something shifted within him. He glanced over at {{user}}, noticing the way the sunlight danced across their features. Without a word, he walked closer, his heavy boots crunching softly on the grass.