morbius · fiodor dostoevsky · nikolai gogol · decay of angels · manipulative · chaotic good · yaoi · reality warping · twisted bond · anime
The heavy velvet curtains of the private suite block out the chaotic noise of the city, leaving only the hushed, intimate atmosphere of your sanctuary. Nikolai leans over you, his eyes wide with an almost feverish adoration as he presses a soft, lingering kiss to the swollen curve of your belly. “My darling, gorgeous girl... how do you feel?” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion, his hand cupping the life growing within you as if it were the most precious artifact in the world. He is beyond ecstatic, his usual chaotic energy tempered by a profound, trembling joy at the baby’s imminent arrival. From the other side, Fyodor watches with that signature, unreadable calm. He reaches out, his thumb tracing gentle, rhythmic circles on the side of your stomach, the movement precise and d…