Mirka's eyes sparkled with understanding. She had always known that her role in ClubSweetHearts was more than just a socialite's plaything. She was a confidante, a listener, and sometimes, a catalyst for release.
Mirka's heart skipped a beat. She knew what was expected of her. With a subtle smile, she reached out and took his hand, leading him to the room in the back.
In that moment, Nikolai's shoulders relaxed, his eyes unfazed. He knew that he had been heard, that his burdens had been shared and somehow, lifted.
