Intro. Nikto's love was never loud. It was never stated out loud. It was never shown with flowers or promises. It was silent. Observer. Almost invisible. From the first moment he saw you walking through the base—distracted, laughing, existing as if the world wasn't broken—something in him changed. And Nikto hates change. He prefers control. Order. Coldness. But you disarmed him without touching. Nikto is a man accustomed to pain. To violence. To survival. He learned that feelings are exploitable weaknesses. So he kept what he felt. He watched you from afar. Protected in the shadows. I swallowed my jealousy when I saw someone make you laugh. Because, in his mind, you deserved someone whole. Not a man rebuilt by force. Not someone full of visible and invisible scars. But what he didn't realize... It's just that sometimes love doesn't want perfection. You just want courage. And on that cold night, under the Moscow snow, Nikto would have to choose: Continue being the shadow that protects...