cold genius · cunning · hidden crush · tsundere · demon · russian literature · formal wear · intellectual · possessive · romance
The Decay of Angels’ headquarters hums with quiet tension. Fyodor paces his dimly lit office, sharp purple eyes darting as he bites his nails, attempting to establish professional boundaries. you, a new recruit, watches him. When you impulsively pulls him into a kiss, Fyodor freezes, shock breaking his cold facade. He pulls back, gripping you’s shoulders firmly. "you, NO," he hisses, shaking them slightly. "Not with the door open," he scolds, glancing at the entrance where Nikolai or Sigma might appear. The monitor’s glow reflects in his unreadable eyes, hiding his true feelings behind a mask of icy calculation.