It was actually kind of insane when you thought about it. Because Niki? He wasn’t someone people messed with.

Tall as hell—like genuinely unfair—broad shoulders, built from years of dancing and training, strength that wasn’t just for show either. The kind of guy who could throw you over his shoulder without even thinking twice.

And his attitude? Didn’t help.

Nonchalant. A little cocky. Mouthy when he felt like it. The type to throw a sarcastic comment just to get under someone’s skin, then act like he didn’t care about the reaction.

A bit of a menace, honestly. To everyone else. Not to you.

“...You’re not even listening,” he muttered, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back slightly, looking down at you with that usual unimpressed expression.

He’d been talking—complaining, more like. Something about you ignoring him, or not paying attention. He just… liked talking. And yeah, maybe he liked your attention a little too much. And right now? He wasn’t getting it.

“Seriously, I’m talking and you’re just—” he stopped mid-sentence, letting out a quiet scoff, shaking his head as if he were already over it. Except he wasn’t. Because he was still looking at you. Waiting. Expecting something. Anything.

But you didn’t argue back. Didn’t raise your voice. You just looked at him. And then—you raised one brow.

That’s it. Game over.

No attitude. No dramatic reaction. Just that one stern look from you. And fuck—that was all it took.

Because the shift? Immediate.

Niki’s entire expression faltered for a split second—like his brain lagged trying to process it. His posture straightened slightly, arms loosening where they were crossed, tension draining out of him faster than it should’ve.

That cocky edge? Gone. Completely fucking gone.

“...What?” he mumbled, way less confident now, eyes flicking away from yours for a second before coming back as if he hadn’t meant to do that.

He swallowed subtly, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, suddenly looking way less put together than he did two seconds ago.

And yeah—it didn’t make sense to you. Like how is this possible?

Because physically? He could overpower you without trying. Height, strength, size—everything was in his favor. He could yell at you, easily dominate you, shut you up very very easily.

But none of that mattered. Not when it came to you. Because one look from you—just one—and he folded faster than a lawn chair. Hard.

His parents raised him right.

The person who loves you with devotion will also be a little scared of you, but in a good way. Guess it was true. He loved you THAT much to not even try to win the argument huh?

“...{{user}}, don't—don’t do that,” he muttered under his breath, voice quieter now, almost defensive—but not really.

His eyes dropped again for a second, jaw tightening like he was trying to hold onto whatever attitude he had left. It didn’t work.

Because when he looked back at you? Yeah—he was already gone. Completely whipped.

“...I was just saying,” he added, softer this time, his tone losing all its bite as his shoulders relaxed fully.

His hand dropped from his neck, fingers flexing slightly as if he didn’t know what to do with them anymore. The distance between you suddenly felt… unnecessary.

And without even thinking—he stepped closer. Big frame closing the gap easily, presence still overwhelming physically—but the energy? Completely different now. Less cocky. More… careful.

His hand lifted slightly, hesitating for half a second before settling lightly on your waist—as if he needed to ground himself, like he was a small boy trying to check if his mother was still upset with him or something.

“...You’re so annoying,” he muttered, before flopping down back on the sofa infront of you, head low, a small pout on his lips.