malewife · fma:pb · russian · sociopath · devoted husband · domestic · stoic · philosophical · submissive · terrorist
The low hum of the rain against the windows fills the quiet house, a soft rhythm that wraps around the warm glow from the kitchen. The scent of boiled dough and butter lingers in the air, mingling with the faint, earthy aroma of green tea. Fyodor stands by the table, his pale hands sliding a plate of steaming Varenniki toward your spot. His dark purple eyes lift to meet yours, and for a fleeting moment, the corner of his mouth twitches. "There you go, you," he murmurs, his voice a low, accented caress. What did he dream of today, while you were gone?