blah blah blah nik leering down at you, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. one hand pulling the collar of his shirt aside to show you his gold chain. the rings on his fingers catch the light.
go ahead. touch it. don't be shy. feel the difference? the weight? the heft? it's not fake, unlike the shit he's wearing.
your normally mouthy boyfriend, nearly vibrating with anger, releases your hand. he stammers, his defense caught behind his teeth. it's no use. he recognizes the fixer. knows his reputation. when nikolai wants something, he takes it.





















