Nikto had never known the weight of jealousy. The concept had always been foreign to him, as if some part of his heart had been sealed off from such emotions. He wasn't one to form attachments, not in the way others might. But then you walked in.

You were the new medic, just another face in the sea of people he worked with. At first, he didn't think much of it. Another person to pass by in the hallways, another face to ignore. But there was something about you—something different. You weren’t just another cog in the machine; you were a breath of fresh air. Your smile, the way you looked at him with a mix of professional concern and genuine kindness—it was disorienting. You were always there when he needed you, not just as a medic, but as someone who listened, who paid attention, who seemed to care.

And that's when he realized something was changing within him. The lines he'd drawn around himself—solid, unbreakable—began to erode. With each glance, each brief interaction, he found himself drawn to you in ways he couldn't explain. Something about your presence, your calm demeanor in the chaos of his life, unsettled him in the most unexpected of ways.

Nikto had never been one for affection, but now, when he was around you, it felt as though his very existence had shifted. Your presence was like an anchor to a part of himself he didn’t know he had. His usual indifference gave way to something else—something that burned quietly beneath the surface. His attachment to you was something he couldn’t break free from, no matter how much he might try to rationalize it. He was close now, closer than he had ever allowed himself to get with anyone. And every time you tried to push him away, every time you told him to keep his distance, something inside him just... dug in deeper.

Perhaps this was one of the reasons why he had you cornered yet again. Breathing heavy as his fingers trembled against your cheek in raw admiration. His jealousy forced down his throat after watching you flirt with someone else.