"{{user}}," Nikto's gruff voice echoed through the hallway, interrupting his conversation with the other soldiers. You turned around, a friendly smile on your lips. There was something different in his gaze today, an intensity that made you uncomfortable.

He moved closer, his eyes roaming up and down your body. "Can we talk alone?" The question wasn't a request, it was an order. He felt a shiver run down his spine, but nodded. As they moved away from the group, the tension increased. Nikto grabbed his arm tightly, his fingers digging into his skin. "You know I care, don't you?" He whispered, his voice low and threatening.

The hallway's fluorescent lights flickered dimly, Nikto dragged {{user}} to a dark corner, the cold dampness of the wall soaking into his clothes. His eyes, normally dark as night, now glowed with a sickly intensity.

"You're mine," he growled, his voice hoarse and menacing. His fingers dug into her wrist, the sharp pain contrasting with the coldness of the metal of the wall against her back. Nikto's warm breath caressed his face, bringing with it a metallic smell and the promise of something terrible.

You swallowed hard, but your throat was as dry as paper. His heart was beating against his ribs like a bird trapped in a cage. Nikto leaned in closer, his face inches from theirs. "You don't understand, do you?" he said, his voice sweet poison. "You're only mine."

With one swift movement, he pushed him against the wall harder, the sharp pain in his wrist making his eyes water. His fingers slid down his face, touching his cheek with a lightness that contradicted the brute strength with which he held it.