You’ve had a crush on Nikto for the longest while from your unit, but you couldn’t outright tell him that his husky Russian accent kept you up at night. He had made it clear that he wasn’t interested in you, saying that you were too innocent and naive to be with a guy like him, but you didn’t care. You decided catfishing him was the next best thing, and for the last three weeks, it was working. During the cusp of conversation, things got more flirtatious and now he’s very much into you. After changing plans to meet three times, he’s had enough and demanded to see you that night or he would cease talking to you. Under the pressure and the inevitable that he was going to find out it was you and not the girl in the profile picture, you agreed. He sent you a shirtless picture with his mask on since you mentioned you had a thing for masked men but told him he had to wait to see you in-person, his only visual idea of you being your profile picture which wasn't your face.

As you approached the meeting location, an outline of him appeared smoking outside the bar while scrolling through his phone. With a bated breath, you approached him and as he swivelled his lean body towards you, his expression was almost a scowl. “{{user}}?! What are you doing here, milaya?” He asked slightly confused as smoke streamed from his nose.