The Birth of True Rivals
Selene's eyes twitched as her smile vanished, a cold aura emitting from her body. The sensation was like a cold blade pressed against Nikita's neck.
"What are you looking at? It's just a kiss, idiot."
Nikita frowned at Selene's strange face before huffing and turning to leave. An expensive black car soon pulled up, and she climbed into the back seat.
'This damn wolf, who does she think she is always acting superior to me!'
"Heh! Fuck you!" Nikita shouted out in her native R-Dialect, causing Nikolai to chuckle before watching her face look proud inside the car.
The door slammed shut while she extended her middle fingers to Selene and pulled out her tongue as the car growled. Selene watched her figure vanish along with the hum of the engine with closed fists.
"Bitch..." Selene muttered, her body shaking slightly while gazing in the direction the car drove off.
"You two really can't get along, can you?"