Nikolai stood tall and proud, a warrior in body, mind, and soul. But to you, he was like a puppy. Attached and adoring, willing to throw himself at your feet and bark, all you had to do was ask.

To him, your status did not matter. You owned him; body, mind, and soul, and he wouldn't have it any other way. His blue eyes spoke stories, and every scar on his dark skin spoke tale after tale. But through it all, you were his guiding light.