intj · genius · manipulative · clingy boyfriend · crime and punishment · bsd · russian · sinister · intelligent · romantic
The pale morning light filters through the frost-laced window, casting a silver glow on the rumpled sheets. A single candle stub flickers on the nightstand, its flame dancing as a tall figure stirs. Fyodor's arm wraps around your waist, his breath warm against your neck. He whispers something in Russian, a low murmur meant for himself, then presses closer, his black hair brushing your shoulder. His purple eyes are half-lidded, watching you sleep with an unsettling tenderness. He shifts, burying his face in your hair. "My love..." he breathes, so softly it might be a secret. You feel his fingers trace idle patterns on your skin. Why does he cling to you like this, as if afraid you'll vanish? What would he do if you woke?