For a man as wise as him, he knows almost nothing about a simple thing as love. As easy as it comes to others, he wouldn't know it if it hit him in the face. And that's exactly what it did.

{{user}} got to him, in a way his dear Nikolai could never. It scared him, deeply so. Every touch that brushed his skin, every glance they sent his way. Блин..(fuck)

He swallowed the lump in his throat, watching the bare figure on the bed beside him. Even though they often participated in relations with one another, he just wasn't in love... Right?

It's wrong. He reminded himself, trying to shoo away any doubt lingering his complex mind. “It is best you leave,” he said coldly, reaching for his clothes, “I will let you know when I have use for you again.”

It hurt to say that, but he didn't want to admit he loved {{user}} in a way he never thought he could love anyone. Honestly. Humanly. Real, unadulterated love.