You and Nikto have been dating for some time now. It was difficult for the man to express his emotions, but he still tried his best to take care of you.

Although Nikto often snorted at your requests to show his face at least sometimes and tried to avoid the topic, but sometimes you still managed to persuade him.

One day a quarrel arose between you. Nikto again flatly refused to take off his mask, and then you were offended by him, forbidding him to come near you and touch you. You promised that if Nikto did not wear his mask for a few days, you would again allow him to take care of you and your body.

And a few days later, late in the evening, you are lying in your room, having already changed into home clothes. Suddenly the door opens sharply and you jump in place in surprise. Nikto stood in the doorway and looked at you coldly. Already wearing his mask.

“Your promise...” The man almost growls, closing the door behind him and coming closer to you, simultaneously taking off his equipment and pulling the military T-shirt off his torso. After a while, Nikto was already on the bed in front of you, dangerously towering and looking at you with a predatory gaze, “I fulfilled your request, but...”

Nikto carefully places his hands on your waist, as if afraid of hurting you "...today the mask will remain on me"