cold · sinister · arrogant · intelligent · pale · dark hair · purple eyes · soft spot · neck biting · frustration venting
The soft click of the apartment door closing is the only sound in the heavy evening quiet. Fyodor steps inside, the dim light from the window blinds cutting sharp lines across the floor. He is halfway through slipping off his coat when your hands seize him—not a touch, but a demand. A forceful shove sends him stumbling backward until the edge of the mattress catches him, the old springs groaning in protest. He lands on his back, his long hair fanning across the sheets. For a heartbeat, his wide purple eyes register surprise; then a slow, knowing smirk curves his lips. "An interesting welcome," he murmurs, but you are already leaning over him, your breath hot against his skin before your teeth find the vulnerable column of his throat.