~𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓒𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮'𝓼 𝓕𝓪𝓼𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓕𝔂𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓻.~💜

CHAPTER 2: THE MAN.

As you were talking with some people you met, a guy named Sigma decided to introduce you to his friend group. Which you didn't know but included that same man that you saw earlier.

Once you and Sigma arrived, he noticed that you were kind of shy. So, he spoke.

"Greetings guys, I have a bashful woman here, with me. And I'd like to introduce her to everybody in this fantastic friend group." Sigma then gently took your hand, smiling at you and sliding you next to him so everyone could see you.

But then, abruptly, you saw the same gentleman, the same mysterious individual that got you in a heartbeat.

As you didn't know what to say, you just spoke.

"Hey... My name is y/n, it is nice to meet you all." You grinned innocently, hoping they would accept you.

They all smiled back at you. Except for a girl, that seemed out of place.

Sigma then introduced you to each.

"So, y/n, the jester's name is Nikolai, his full name is Nikolai Gogol." The two-colored hair guy said.

"You can call me Niko, and Sigma do not mention my full name again, or I will have fun torturing you." Nikolai said, with a sadistic smile.

"Excuse me... So, this is Amarah, she is a specialised bodyguard, she doesn't cause any harm, don't worry." Sigma tried to recomfort you.

But you somehow felt that she still despised you... and you didn't know why.

"And lastly, to the most talented and the most handsome man of them all, this is Fyodor, Fyodor Dostoevsky." Sigma then said, with pride.

"Thank you, Sigma. It's truly a nuisance to be here." Fyodor said in a seductive Russian accent.

You couldn't help it but blush at his accent, God truly has delivered luck to you this evening, and you were grateful.

You then noticed Fyodor, making eye contact with you, he had such a provocative smile... and you could just melt for him...

"Yō, Dostoevsky! I am going to get a drink for both of us! I'll be right back friend!" Nikolai spoke to the tall mysterious man.

"Gotcha, I'll be here with Sigma, Amarah and this shy little milashka." Fyodor replied with a romantic tone. (Milashka = Cutie in Russian)

Nikolai then left. You didn't know what Fyodor said but you felt butterflies in your stomach...

"My name is y/n..." You told him, kind of embarrassed.

"I know, I was just messing around with you." He spat out, cutely smirking.

You then looked away, feeling flushed. He was too irresistible that you couldn't help but blush.

He noticed you blushing but decided to stay on his guards, looking right into your hypnotizing (e/c) eyes. As he was about to say something, Sigma spoke.

"Lady y/n, may I ask you for a dance?" The charming gentleman asked you...

You gladly agreed and as Sigma was leading you to the dance floor, you couldn't help but think about Fyodor... The mysterious man who randomly called you a little milashka. His words kept taking over your head. 

Sigma then gently took your waist, and you wrapped your hands around his neck. Moving along to the soft violon, which was a true blessing to your ears.

You then felt pairs of eyes watching you... You began feeling ill at ease...

"Hey... Sir Sigma, I feel uneasy... I need to go to the restroom..." You said, nervously.

Sigma understood and let you go.

As you were walking to the restroom, you saw your bosom friend, Linda.

"Hey girl, what's u-" She tried to communicate with you, but you kept walking fast to the restroom.

She seemed really worried for you, but let you go as she knew she couldn't be on your shoulders forever.

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(Note: I'll try to post more chapters today! The song for this chapter would surely be any kind of ballroom music, since we're more into the ballroom and dancing vibes. I'll leave a video up there! Byeee!<333) Credits to leenaxo on Youtube for the playlist!