Nikolai had always been captivated by birds. Their elegant wings, the way they soared effortlessly through the sky-it was a kind of beauty that never ceased to amaze him.
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He often watched them from his window, imagining what i...
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your wedding dress
Time skip.
It was your wedding day — finally.
Your wings fluttered nervously, their jeweled tips catching the light as they twitched at your sides. You stood in front of the mirror, heart pounding like a drumbeat inside your chest. Every little noise from the dressing room staff made your head whip around, nerves buzzing louder than ever.
Sigma's hand was on yours, steady and grounding. "What if I trip on the aisle? What if I get my dress dirty? What if my wings bump into someone? What if—"
"Stop," Sigma cut in gently, giving your hand a squeeze. "Seriously, stop with the what-ifs. I'm already stressed thinking about you and Nikolai raising a kid. You worrying like this isn't helping you — or him — and definitely not the baby."
Your lips trembled. You knew he was right, but the weight of the moment was almost too much. You turned back to the mirror as the staff — kind workers from Sigma's casino — adjusted the final touches on your dress.
And what a dress it was.
A total showstopper — regal, sparkling, like something pulled straight from a dream. The bodice was fitted, with a deep sweetheart neckline that hugged your figure perfectly. Glittering beadwork and tiny crystals covered the top, catching every bit of light and scattering it in dazzling sparkles.
Long, sheer sleeves clung to your arms, delicately embroidered with twinkling gems that shimmered like stardust. They made your skin glow, soft and ethereal.
The skirt was a grand, voluminous ballgown, layer after layer of soft tulle cascading around you like a waterfall of stars. From the waist, shimmering embellishments spiraled down like vines, gathering thicker at the hem for a rich, luxurious finish.
And the train — oh, the train. Long, flowing, impossibly elegant. It swept behind you like a comet's tail, every inch meant to captivate.
Atop your head sat a tiara — regal, delicate, radiant — the final touch in your transformation from overwhelmed bride to something straight out of a fairytale.
Your wings were wrapped in delicate silver chains and sparkling diamonds, each one catching the light like moonlit dew. Fyodor had gifted them — you'd have to thank him someday. Though his reasons were probably layered and cryptic, you couldn't deny their beauty.
You took a shaky breath, eyes locking with your reflection.
You didn't just look like a bride.
You looked like his bride.
"I should see Nikolai... check how he's doing," you murmured, trying to peek into the other room where he was getting ready.
But before you could take a single step, Sigma gently pulled you back, a knowing smile on his face.
