Into the shadow [ nico ♡]

Addiction

Hello.

I feel like gutting myself just to know how it feels.
I know it morbid but we all have those thoughts that are like 'how would it feel if I was skinned' or ' which body part would I remove if I really had to remove a body part'

Anyway here's a mini update for all those who are following this story closely.

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WILL

I am an addict, I have been trying to kick the habit for the past three days but I can't stop.
My addiction is Nico Di Angelo.

Ever since last Fridays sexual escapade I just can't get enough of him. Even if it's isn't sex just us seating in silence it's enough for me, Nico is a quite person with his headphones on nodding to music he seems to like 90s rock hits.

Even at work I keep thinking about him... i nearly gave my patient the wrong medicine.

I know me and Nico aren't dating but sometimes I forget. Like when I found out about Mr J, that's what he called him, they seem to be in a relationship.
He said "Look Mr.J and I know where we stand. I know he is sleeping with other people and he knows I am seeing other people i.e you. We comfortable in our honesty... we can end it whenever we want. "

An open relationship. He is in open relationship, I think this Mr J might be Pansexual but that my thought.

I walk in to his cosy apartment carrying pizza. I place it on the kitchen counter before removing my coat it really cold out. And the heat isn't turned on... Nico and his cold vampire skin.

After hanging the coat I walk to the switch turning it slightly hotter than now... because I know Nico if I change all willy nilly he will start sweating a bucketful. I will keep increasing the heat in the coming hour.

"Nic... I have pizza." I say walking to his bedroom.  I find him on his desk working on something with his headphones on.

I just stand there staring at him. Nico has really grown filling out perfectly neither too buff or too lean just the right size.  Even though he is a few inches taller than me it don't make him towering.

I look at the boy wearing a faded black oversized tee and grey boxers. His dark hair tied on top of his head it must have been neater earlier now it's messy from him running his fingers in his hair.

He is like a statue of Raphael- grand and magnificent. His teeth bite the pencil while his eyebrows knit together. Even DaVinci could never be perfect at drawing Nico Di Angelo.

"Nico!" I call out and he turns looking at me for a second before removing his headphones. "I have pizza hurry up before it goes cold"

"Okay I will be there in a second. " he says biting his bottom lip before returning to his work.

My heart beating very slowly. I am addict and just got my fix.