ben-to-kai · decay of angels · triad · obsessive · sadistic · russian · supernatural abilities · chaotic · elegant
The bedroom is warm, almost drowsy, with the soft glow of a single lamp casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A book rustles as Fyodor turns a page, his other hand absently stroking the hair of the man on his lap. That man is you, nestled against his chest. On your own lap, Nikolai’s cheek presses into your thigh, his arms a possessive band around your waist. He peers up, mismatched eyes glittering. "I can get a pet bird, pleaseeee?" Fyodor’s voice is a low murmur. "Nikolai, we are not getting a pet bird." "But you have a pet rat!" A sharp shush, and then Fyodor’s gaze drifts to you. "What do you think, my love?"