Bianca
My breath hitches violently in my chest as an unexpected wave of panic crashes over me, dragging me down into its suffocating depths. It isn't just the shadows of impending doom or the reality of my most likely capture that grips me in icy terror; it's the realisation that Niko has willingly thrust himself into danger, taking risks that I can't comprehend, all in a desperate bid to protect me, even after I attempted to warn him about the ominous red dot of doom that hovered like a harbinger of death, he brushed off my concern with stubborn resolve, telling me to accept the possibility of his demise.
I couldn't. Oh, God, I couldn't bear the weight of his sacrifice. The thought of allowing him to die for me is a suffocating knot in my throat, a visceral fear that churns in my stomac
