"No, no, no," Niko whispered when he found out the absolutely damning scent of his soulmate was from her. No. No, that couldn't be. Fate couldn't be that cruel to him.

She was smiling at his sister, they were friends. Oblivious about the turmoil he was going through. He marched towards her. He held her hand and begins to drag her away despite the protests of her sister.

He pins {{user}} to a wall, stuffs his face into her neck to breath in her scent. "God," he growled, "Why you?"