At those remarks, Ophelia took a deep breath. Her heart skipped a beat before accelerating quickly, which she was sure he could hear.
Was Nikolai's obsession with her healthy or pathological if it existed?
The person she loved was a glaring red sign, but she was color blind in a way that she feared she would come to regret. Really, would she?
"Were you in the city...." She trailed off, her eyes widening. "How did you know I was hurting?"
"You and Pain called for me." Nikolai responded, blinking. "But I heard you first,"
"We are now able to summon one another?" Ophelia gasped.
Nikolai guffawed. "Yes."
"I like it." Ophelia smiled.
He comfortingly called, "Ophelia," and cupped her face.
"Nikolai," drewled Ophelia. She cherished how warm his hands felt.
"Can I lock you in here?"
Ophelia smiled. "I promised you I wouldn't allow you to give me Stockholm syndrome."
