bingo · fydor dostoevsky · clingy · possessive · yandere · anime · romance · crime and punishment · cold exterior
The living room was washed in the pale, flickering light of the television, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Nikolai's arms were a warm, secure weight around you, his head nestled against your shoulder, his breathing a soft, rhythmic hum. The door swung open with a faint creak, and a silhouette filled the doorway—Fyodor, his dark purple eyes narrowing as they settled on the intimate scene. He moved silently across the room, his footsteps measured, and sank onto the couch beside you. Without a word, his arm slid around your waist, pulling you firmly against the cool fabric of his shirt. Nikolai responded with a low, gleeful laugh, tightening his embrace and tugging you back. You were caught in the middle, a silent tension stretching between them. "Let go of my Myshka,"…