𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

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𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 – 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕟𝕕
CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE | MY NAME
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

For a bit, Sophia panicked when she couldn't find her dagger where she'd left it. Her panic dimmed when Storm stepped in and returned the dagger to its place, as squeaky clean as it had been when she put it there. But she knew. She knew that the dagger was the reason why the screams had come to an end.

Storm kissed the top of her head before scratching Koshmar behind his ear. "You should've called for me when you woke up."

Sophia leaned in closer to him. "I haven't been awake for long," she admitted. "Did you kill him?"

"No, malyshka." He drew slightly back, allowing his gaze to dart across her face and assess it. "Does that make you feel unsafe?"

Sophia shook her head. "You're here." She didn't feel unsafe when he was there. When he wasn't, panic rose in her. But that had nothing to do with Ivanko. "You're gonna stay, aren't you?"

He wasn't planning to but now that she'd said it, he couldn't leave. His men could wait. His little sapphire couldn't.

"It's your birthday soon."

His lips tugged. "I know." She wouldn't let him forget it.

"Did you get all the things I bought at the auction?"

"My men did."

A smile tugged at her lips. "They're early birthday presents, you know." Panic suddenly filled her eyes. "But I'm getting more! Don't worry."

Storm couldn't help but laugh. "I don't need gifts, Sophia. Don't worry about it."

She scoffed, glaring at him. "I don't care. You're getting them."

He drew her closer, causing Koshmar to step back and glare at the two. "Fine. Get me my favourite kind of gift then."

Her ears perked. "And what's that?"

His lips tugged smugly. "You know, red silken bondages wrapped around your wrists and your body with a huge bow tie in the middle all for me to open and enjoy."

Sophia slapped his arm. "How would I even do that myself?"

His grin widened. "I could do it for you."

Rolling her eyes, Sophia scoffed. Before she could say anything, however, her face was stolen as a hand stole her jaw and forced her gaze to meet his snowy plains. But Storm didn't look scary to her. He looked every bit of strong like she knew him as, yet she saw the emotions swirling in his gaze.

Her Storm loved her.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, saphirchik." Little sapphire.

Her flush brightened, her toes curling. She liked that nickname a little too much, perhaps. "Say you love me then."

"You say it first."

Her shoulders fell and her gaze softened. "I love you, Vico."

Storm drew her closer, causing Koshmar to whine and run out the door. "I love you too."