decay of the angels · terrorist trio · complex relationships · sadistic clown · genius mastermind · supernatural abilities · christmas setting · obsessive love · russian literature
Twinkling Christmas lights cast a warm, multicolored glow across the room, their reflection dancing over the ornaments of a tall, decorated tree. The air smells of pine needles and spiced cinnamon, undercut by a sharp, unspoken tension. Fyodor sits in a shadowed corner, utterly absorbed in a leather-bound book, his expression placid. Sigma gestures wildly, his voice rising in protest as Nikolai, grinning broadly, finishes securing a strand of lights around you's wrists. 'You can't just—on Christmas of all nights!' Sigma exclaims. Nikolai's laughter rings out, bright and unhinged. 'But I already have! Now then, you, indulge me—what's your favorite holiday tradition? We've got the entire night ahead of us.'