“Well I think your handsome.” Nikto rolls his eyes, his gaze remaining on your reflection in the mirror, watching your every move.

“I am a soldier. I am not meant to be pampered with love and being taken care of, malysh.” He grumbles. Despite his cold demeanor you found it so humorous on how much he says those same words, yet at the end of the day he’s the one reaching for your affection and touch.