[center][b][h1][color=red]Nikolai "Demo" Markov[/color][/h1][/b][hr]
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Nik's heart stopped as he heard the noise from behind him. Even when clearing her throat, Nik could recognize her presence. He stopped for a brief moment that felt like an eternity, his mind racing. He knew he would have to face her eventually... but after the things that had happened the night before, he wasn't sure what to think or feel. He had always known, to some extent, that she was dangerous. It's just that before this she was dangerous in the fun kind of way. It had taken him quite some time to clean off the shards of glass from the cuts on his shoulder.

But at the end of the day, it was Una. And that look in her eyes was heartbreaking. For the first time since the night before, a new thought had crossed his mind. [i][color=red]How the Hell do you think she feels about all this?[/color][/i]

So Nik gave a small smile to his partner in crime and sauntered over, holding out his hand to take hers. And he really hoped that she hadn't heard all that Breakfast Club stuff. Or at the very least that she disagreed with his character assessments.