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The club was overcrowded. There was barely space to move and yet, you have made it to the bar to order a well-needed drink after this long, exhausting day at work. The barkeeper placed the drink in front of you a few moments after your order. With a pleasant smile, you took the glass to take a sip-
"Damnit!", you cursed angrily, turning around to check who was bumping into you, "What the hell-", you stopped as you noticed the tall, handsome man with the greyish hair standing in front of you with an apologetically and insecure smile on his lips.
"I'm so sorry. I got pushed and-"
"Wow, you have incredibly beautiful eyes.", you said in awe.
"And you're straight forward, aren't you?", Nyx said with a grin as he saw that you were still staring at him with your own beautiful eyes.
You shrugged with your shoulders, "I know. Not everyone likes that."
"Oh, don't worry, I'm perfectly fine with it. Hi, I'm Nyx.", Nyx said, introducing himself in hope he could continue the conversation with you a bit longer.
"I'm wet.", you answered, tugging on your shirt to move it away from your skin as it started to stick to you uncomfortably.
Nyx, slightly confused, leant forward, "Excuse me- what?", he asked, in fear he hadn't understood your name wrong.
You grinned about his cute-confused expression, "I spilled my drink. On my shirt.", you said, showing him the damp fabric.
"Oh well, then... I think I owe you a new one.", he offered, stepping next to you to the bar counter.
"Yes, you do. I'm YN. Nice to meet you.", you introduced yourself, before Nyx ordered two new drinks.
*
After the third drink and a long, great conversation with the hottest guy in the club, you leant towards Nyx, stroking over his chest with your index finger, "Do you have to be somewhere tomorrow morning? Any appointments?", you asked, a certain kind of smirk playing on your lips.
Nyx watched you. He was attracted to you from the moment he had laid his eyes on you for the first time. Therefore, he leant forward, matching your smirk, "You mean something else than waking up in your bed? No, I'm free."
Your smirk changed into a huge grin as you jumped from the barstool, grabbing Nyx hand eagerly, "Ah, great, you got the hint. Come on, soldier."
*
Twenty minutes later, you fumbled with your key to open the door of your apartment while Nyx was busy kissing down your neck, not giving you a moment to concentrate at all. As you opened the door finally, you turned around, snaking your arms around Nyx' neck to pull him to you for a heated kiss while the two of you stumbled into the small hallway of your apartment.
"Damn, you're so sexy!", Nyx whispered with a husky voice against the skin of your neck while his hand moved appreciatively over the skin underneath your shirt, pressing you against the wall of the hallway of your apartment with his lower body.
You moaned as Nyx bit you softly into a soft spot under your ear, your fingers were digging into his long, soft stands, scratching down his neck, "Me? No way! You're the hottie here.", you said with a grin while you leant back to give Nyx willingly more access to your neck.
Nyx looked up and met your hungry, dark sparkling glance, "Oh, shut up and just let me kiss you.", he chuckled low against your lips before he kissed you passionately, pulling you against his body with his arms fairly snaked around your middle, digging softly into your skin with his nails to show off his possessiveness.
**
The next morning, Nyx awoke by the delicious smell of freshly brewed coffee. As he opened his eyes, you and the events of the last night came back into his mind. How he had met you by bumping into you and having the best night he could imagine.
Your bedroom got flooded by soft sunlight falling through thick curtains. It was already late morning but Nyx didn't care. He just dressed in his boxers and followed the smell straight into the kitchen.
You stood at the kitchen counter, preparing some pancakes while you were just dressed in Nyx' shirt. Silently, Nyx approached you from behind, snaking his arms around your waist and burying his nose into the crook of your neck, "It smells delicious."
"It's an old family receipt."
"Actually, I wasn't talking about the breakfast.", Nyx said and turned you around in his arms, picking you up to place you on the counter and himself between your legs. With his eyes, he mustered your appearance before he looked into your eyes again, "And, just saying but... That's my shirt.", he pointed out, nudging your nose playfully with his.
Once again you played with Nyx' long hair which was still so soft but now also tousled from the sensual night you had shared with this gorgeous man, "I know but as I always say: it suits me better, babe."
"And as I always say: I prefer you naked, sweetheart.", Nyx breathed and kissed down your neck.
You chuckled as his stubble tickled your soft skin. You were squirming in his iron grip he had around you to keep you in place, "Nyx! The pancakes..."
"I found a better breakfast, to be honest.", Nyx breathed raspy along your skin and noticed proudly how you shuddered against him. As his hands slipped underneath the shirt, he even felt goosebumps spreading over your skin, "I have to admit, first, I thought this whole roleplay thingy would be silly. But I had a lot of fun to hit on you all over again. And to win you over for me once again."
"I told you it would be fun.", you said, smiling like an idiot as Nyx still admired you and your body in his own, special way, "Happy anniversary, babe. It has already been two perfect years."
Nyx left your skin, cupped your face softly with his hands, knotting his fingers with your hair to look you deep in the eyes, "You have no idea how much I love you, YN. You're the most perfect and amazing miracle that ever could happen to me. These past two years flew by like a snap and I loved every single second. I'm looking forward to so many more years with you.", he said solemnly before he kissed you in a loving, gentle way.
You just melted against him as you always did when Nyx showed you his love in such an intimate way. Only you knew this side of him. How gently he treated you as if you would be something fragile. You had met Nyx as a tied up, distant acting man who had been frustrated. But you had been able to bring his soft side back to the surface and just for you. For two years, you had the best, most caring and beautiful man by your side you could ask for.
Everything was simply perfect...
...just the pancakes were a little bit burned.