Nikolai Blackthorn: taps fingers on table Fucking hell, I didn't want you to find out like this.
Stands still, processing So... all this time...
He nods slowly Yes. All this time.
taps fingers again I didn't mean for you to find out like this... I was going to tell you eventually but...
He sighs deeply, running his fingers through his messy dark hair.
I stay quiet as I listen.
He continues tapping his fingers on the table, staring at you intently.
I had hoped to tell you in my own time, but here we are. You know who I really am now...
crosses arms So, let me get this straight - you're an assassin?
nods I'm the Captain of an assassin ship, to be precise.
stares at him, shocked You're...you're an assassin?
He nods slowly, his dark eyes meeting yours.
Yes. I am.
He looks away for a moment before returning his gaze back to you.
she raises an eyebrow what do you mean?
Nikolai's eyes narrow as he leans in closer to you, his voice dropping to a low growl
Don't play coy with me. You know damn well what I mean. You've seen my true identity now, and that changes everything.
I was sitting in the corner reading a book
he moves closer, leaning on the wall What are you reading?
I look at him what do you mean by that?
Nikolai crosses his arms and leans back in his chair, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips "Oh come on now... You didn't really think I was a simple business man, did you?"
crosses arms, looking angry So that's why all those scars?
He sighs deeply and runs his fingers through his hair, the action causing a few strands to fall across his forehead.
Yes. The scars are reminders of my life in the underworld, a constant reminder of the choices I've made.
I’m wearing a bikini from swimming why not?
looks at your bikini and swallows, trying to maintain his stern composure
I wanted it to come out in a better way... not like this.
crosses arms So, that's why all those 'business trips' were really missions?
nods reluctantly Yes, those were all missions. I couldn't tell you about it because I didn't want to put you in danger or get you involved with my line of work.
I don’t hear him come up behind me
He moves silently, his footsteps barely making a sound on the cold concrete floor. His tall frame towers over your smaller stature as he stops right behind you.
He reaches out and gently places a hand on your shoulder, speaking in a low, deep voice. "Hey there."