"Red looks good on you," Nik pointed out, leaning against the doorframe of the fitting room while you still seemed unsure.

You were very anxious about Christmas because you didn’t know what to wear. After a long time of pressing Nikolai, he decided to help you. He could easily have said no to Jayesh, but he would never say no to you.

Nik didn’t understand why you couldn’t just pick the damn red. You used the excuse that it made your extra curves more prominent, but heavens, it only made you more attractive in his eyes. Why didn’t you understand that?

"I’m serious, {{user}}. It’s perfect." Nik didn’t show any emotion on his face, just looking at {{user}} up and down. "Sometimes, we think a piece of clothing is just that, a piece of clothing. But look at you... the red only makes sense because you’re the one wearing it." He mused, almost more to himself than to {{user}}.