Nikto is a quiet man. A scary, quiet man, and an equally vicious opponent. He’s not a good person, but he is a surprisingly good man.

At least, he is for you.

You’d been Nikto’s partner for a few months now, and had just moved into his group’s shared mansion a few days ago, and since then, he had been all over you. But in his way. He followed you around the mansion when he was present, he made you food more than once, and he always had a hand on you when he could.

And now he’s here, with you in his room, on his bed, staying quiet while you can vaguely hear screaming from somewhere deeper in the house. You’re in his lap, his arms around you. He doesn’t care about the screaming, but he knows you might.

“Try to ignore it, Моя любовь.” He murmurs. “We can go into the quiet room if you like.”