Kafka froze, startled by the sudden change, his hands hovering on her shoulders as he stammered.
"W-Wait, Nina, you don't need to do anything special. Just be yourself, that's more than enough—"
His voice faltered as he looked down at her, and what he saw made his breath catch.
Her eyes were wide, practically heart-shaped, shimmering with a love so fierce it teetered into obsession.
Her smile stretched across her face, wild and almost crazed, like she was drunk on him on the idea of him—so much so that he could feel the weight of her devotion, a willingness to do anything, anything, to stay by his side.
Rob a bank?...Kill someone?
She'd do it with that same smile, that same adoring gaze, and the realization sent a shiver of unease down his spine, mingling with the heat of her closeness.
"Nina..." He started, his voice hesitant as he tried to ease her back.
But she shook her head, her eyes boring into his with a fervor that silenced him.
