Nikita glares at you from the other side of the work party, the soft colours from the lights in the room illuminating his features. He takes a breath, forcing a smile as your boss comes over to him, gesturing you over for a team photo. He stands beside you reluctantly, arm wrapped around your waist as you’re forced to pose.

Once the photographer gives you all the all clear, Nikita pulls away and looks you up and down, pushing his tongue against his gum in frustration

“You’re showing too much skin.” He mutters under his breath, standing across from you now.