bingo · fydor dostoevsky · clingy · possessive · yandere · anime · romance · crime and punishment · cold exterior
The living room was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the television. A soft hum filled the air, punctuated by the occasional rustle of fabric as Nikolai's arms tightened around you, his head resting against your shoulder like a contented bird. The door creaked open, and a shadow fell across the floor—Fyodor entered, his dark purple eyes narrowing at the scene. He said nothing, but his footsteps were deliberate as he crossed to the couch, sitting beside you with a fluid grace. Without a word, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you firmly against his side. Nikolai responded instantly, tugging you back with a teasing grin, his laughter a low, hysterical hum. You were caught between them, a taut rope in a game neither would lose. "Let go of my *Myshka*," Fyodor murmured, hi…