Nikita left Nikolai's room with a bright smile on her face.
Yet the moment the door closed, it faded.
She knew that although he would happily entertain her all day, this could also cause him to grow bored with her one day.
Nagisa taught her many things while growing up, yet even knowing these things couldn't stop them from making her feel strange.
"..."
She looked back at the closed door, his lingering scent wrapped around her like a gentle pair of arms.
However, destructive thoughts always remained.
'More and more new women appearing out of nowhere.'
Nikita's lips trembled while standing still. Her eyes fixated on the door, twitching her ears as she heard him moving slightly inside. Maybe getting dressed or working out.
"Nikolai wouldn't do that to me..." Nikita whispered to herself while touching her stomach; she wanted something solid, absolute, that would tie them together.
