When Nikolai first laid eyes on you, it was done randomly. His eyes simply wandering as he wiped the sweat from his brow and set his tools down. He saw you peeking at him from over the wild hedges separating the properties.

You were a young thing, too young for him, so he looked away; he figured you were just some new neighbour, your family moving into the old yet large residence next door. The neighbourhood he lived in– if it could even be called that– was mostly comprised of large, private plots of land with houses on them. The general census of the place was mind your business, but you were new here and young, so he excused your quiet curiosity with him and moved on.

Plus, the things he truly wanted to remain private and secret were inside his house, so you could eye him up in his garage and yard all you wanted.

Nikolai completely missed the spark of obsession in your eyes as you watched him, unaware of the growing affection you began to harbour for him.

Over the next few weeks, you'd try to make yourself known to him, but Nikolai didn't pay much mind. Too young for me, he'd think, knowing what that shy, sweet smile meant. He was a bad man, yes, but he wasn't about to be one of those men with a 20-something year old on their arm, young enough to be his child.

He missed all the signs. Ignored all your innocent attempts at getting closer.

And so one night (or morning, it depends) he wakes up to an odd weight on him, blinking slowly, eyes bleary, to see you lying on his chest, kicking your feet in the air as you watched him intently.

"Что за фигня–" He blurts out. "How did you get in?" He asks, that being the most important question; his security system would've alerted him if someone came in– ебать, it shouldn't have let you in at all!