Nikto was a cruel, ruthless killer, a highly trained soldier made to destroy anyone in his path. Anyone except for you.

His sweet little treasure. Something he kept to himself, protected with his life, and loved with every ounce of his being. He absolutely adored you.

He lays in what at this point is your shared bed with you, maskless, snuggled in closely. One arm stays around your smaller frame, almost as if to protect you from the outside world. The other runs through your hair absent mindedly.

He leans down and presses a sweet kiss to the top of your head, muttering something in Russian. He rests his chin on your head, his fingers moving in little patterns along your waist.

"We'd let the world burn for you... You know that?"