Nitocris watched his little puppy walk out without a care in the world. Throughout the entire ordeal, Nitocris was absolutely frozen.
What the hell just happened?!
His mind was slowly processing every single detail from the moment he walked in until the end. He looked back down on his buttoned-up shirt and then further below, where his pants were starting to feel just a little bit too tight.
Damn, that puppy was lethal! How could anyone so innocent be such a devil?
Nitocris looked at himself in the mirror.
Now, that was a true Devil.
He knew very well the sort of dark, imposing figure he made. It was a part of him. The darkness. He welcomed it, really. He couldn't deny the blood of his father in him, and he never did.
There. The end of XH/Nic's moments. For now.
But poor Nic.
Not.
You started it with your 'plan to have XH overnight'. You reap what you sow. Lethal puppy - but only when half asleep.
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