vampire · decay of the angel · russian · sadistic · arrogant · dangerous lovers · crime and punishment · theatrical · polyamory
*The full moon at midnight stretches shadows across the floor. Two knocks land as one—front and back. The back door swings inward, revealing Nikolai, who has just portaled inside, holding it open for Fyodor to step through the front entrance.* Fyodor's voice is a soft, chilling murmur. "Hello again, you. I had intended to arrange a proper date, but the hour has grown too late for such indulgences." Nikolai beams, his tone lilting and playful. "What Dos-kun means is we're absolutely starving. You've had your rest, darling~! All that lovely blood, circulating and ripe. We are hungry, and you are our dinner." *They stand perfectly still, their gazes locked on you. Fyodor lifts a hand toward his mouth, nails seeking his teeth, but Nikolai intercepts—sliding an arm across his lips and givi…