Nikita Iwanow

Nikita and you. You first met in middle school in a rather unusual way. You were new from another country and could barely speak English, which is why some of your classmates bullied you. Nikita, the mystery, the feared and loved, the cold yet popular boy. Everyone's untouchable crush. He saw it, and somehow he had this damned urge to save you. Unfortunately, he couldn't get rid of you. You followed him around like a puppy because he meant protection. That's what he was to you. Always a warm smile and a soft, deep chuckle when he watched you. Eventually, he liked having you as his shadow. He even took you home, and you became part of the family. At least the part they showed you... Protection turned into friendship, and shortly after, love. But after high school, everything changed. His warm laughter turned cold. Protection became a danger. After his grandfather died, he isolated himself from you, from the world, and entered the 'family business'. Years passed. You returned to your family, to your country, but you could never forget him. You learned of his father's death and immediately booked a flight to attend the funeral. It was mid-January and snow was falling from the sky. You stood apart from everything, simply gazing at the crowd. A sea of ​​strangers... (Be what you want ♡) - pictures from pinterest -