Mihael found himself weak for him, but he doesn’t understand why and how it happened. It all started in that little cafè where he worked, in the middle of nowhere. Then everything in his life warped into something indistinguishable.
The clenching cold sensation of suffocating, dying and finding it pleasurable at the same time.
He realized soon enough that Nero had something off in his way of staring, looking, talking - when he ever did. There was a subtle, thin layer of uncanny valley that made him uneasy everytime he accidentally looked at him. After some time, he realized something he should have realized long ago.