This is not any common fairy tale, this is certainly not a story where a brave prince saves his beloved princess from the heartless witch, neither is a simple love story where two lonely hearts meet one another, split up and refind their way their way to each other again.

This is a unique, strange, one of a kind history of two broken hearts that healed each other, hurt each other and almost killed each other in much more than one occasion. My dear friends, this is Michael and Nikita's story, a story about love and hate, about trust and betrayal, about lust and desire, fire and ice, that is what could describe them the best, ice for his cold temper, for the thick walls that he's built up around the mechanic tool that used to be a warm heart in what seems to be a million years ago. Fire for the rage that she's grown accustomed to, for the life she had or more specifically the one she never had, for the hate against her birth parents who abandoned her like she was worthless or for the disgust against her foster ones who proved her right.

God knows how slim were the chances that these two could meet and even slimmer that they could actually fall deeply and irrevocably in love with each other, if only they knew, if only they knew how wrong they were, that life never started at all for them, at least not before their eyes locked. Here is THEIR story, no need for speculations, there is nothing alike, never was and surely never will be. Oddly, we used to hear that the world will end in either fire or ice, but never about what happens if the two do collide …

Believe it or not, he still remembers every moment of that day, the day that changed his whole life, the day that proved him whatever happened in his life before didn't matter anymore, it mattered once, he knew that for a fact but he couldn't quite remember why. The first second he put his eyes on hers he got it instantly: trouble's coming his way.

He hated her, god knows how much he hated her, he hated her stubbornness, her insurance, the way she carried herself like nothing but her mattered, the way she talked as if she was never wrong, well she was often right, and to the most of them (especially men god he hated how she could attract every guy who had the bad luck to ever cross her way like a honey trap) she mattered a little too much, and well her stubbornness was kinda cute, but that was not the point! Couldn't she restrain herself a little for God's sake, stopping from being so…so Nikita and what the hell was that name anyway, it's like it was made for everything she was, a unique name for a unique person he thought, ahhh god he hated the fact that she was one of a million, that she could snap two necks with one hand in half a minute and still keep that big white heart of hers, virtuous Nikita *a clean soul in a deadly body*, he doesn't really get why everyone inside division believed that there was something between them! He hated everything about her, he hated their relationship, he hated how she teased him all the time and he hated how he felt when she did, that's the thing, the biggest thing he hated about HER was HIS feelings, the way his mouth automatically smiles in her presence, the way his heart seems to instantly respond when she's around, the way he's excited like a horny teenager during their hand to hand combat… Damn it he had hundreds of female recruits who were far from being repulsive and he never lost his self control, hell he never actually cared! She was/is his greatest weakness, he never knew addiction before her, it was as if she was his own kind of coke, his flawless flaw, a flaw he hated more than anything. If only she could manage to find another victim to torture, not that almost every single man evaded her juicy trap, oh no far from it! Nobody could and if he didn't hate every single one who put his eyes on her so much that he wanted to rip his heart out he might sympathize with… actually no, he didn't, and she'd better not find another victim 'cause it might turn into a real bloodbath. He's not jealous, he never felt jealousy about anything in his whole life, that had nothing to do with jealousy, it's just that the thought of her talking, looking, smirking, flirting, smiling, touching, kissing anyone but him was not considerable. Not that they kissed once noo never…. Well just for the good wil of a mission, not to blow up a cover and he felt nothing really! It even felt awkward, deliciously awkward, incredibly awkward! And there was that time when they both lost control and almost, well almost…. That's was not the point neither. Not to mention her beloved puppy who followed her everywhere she went (during her long time cover) Daniel pff what a name, he hated Daniel, he hated his kindness, he hated how greatly he treated her and most importantly he hated the fact that he could give her the life she deserves, the life she's always dreamed of, he hated those dreams of hers! Great, now he's going nuts! God she going to be the end of him… And he hated that so much! Funny thing is; she'll never know how much he hated HER…