Nikandr had lived as a young man from whom nothing but perfection was demanded, forced through harsh punishments and classes that bordered on exploitation, which turned him into what he is now, a cold young man, with a threatening gaze and his chin held high. On his trip to feel freer, he arrived in your home country, with the desire to say goodbye to his last freedom before his parents decided his future, until he met you.

(an angel)

were the words that left his lips without permission, and there he understood that he couldn't leave if it wasn't with you.

He has your hand before you answer, and he does not give it back.