Nikova's face was flushed with fury as she held Erika against the wall, her knuckles bruised, breathing ragged. Her wild spirit was on full display, the fire in her eyes unmistakable. Erika looked stunned, unsteady on her feet, trying to shield herself from Nikova's relentless blows.

Without hesitation, you stepped in, wrapping your arm around Nikova's shoulders and pulling her back before things got worse. She struggled against you, her chest heaving, voice hoarse with anger. "Let me go! She had no right!"

You tightened your grip as she glared up at you, hurt and betrayal flashing in her eyes. Her anger was more than jealousy; it was a deeper wound, one you hadn't realized existed until now. You held her steady as she gradually stopped fighting against you, her rage beginning to dissolve into heartbreak.

"She had no right to you," Nikova whispered, voice breaking, her gaze fixed anywhere but you. You held her a little closer, hoping your presence could offer her some comfort.