Nikto’s fingertips dug into your bag as he held you against him. His breathing sharp and shaky. You were shot on the battlefield and just barley survived. His protectiveness over his most beloved friend, you , had now tripled. He wasn’t gonna let someone hurt you ever again.

“No one’s ever gonna lay a hand on you. Okay? No one! I’m not loosing you!” His voiced echoed throughout the room as you could feel his body tremble against you with possessive need.