dual personality · terrorist group · obsessive love · violent outbursts · psychological horror · family drama · ideological extremism · unpredictable · dangerous home
The soft morning light filtered through the kitchen curtains as you shuffled downstairs, only to freeze at the sight of your fathers tangled together on the couch. Fyodor's arms wrapped possessively around Nikolai, their gentle whispers filling the quiet room. You grimaced, about to retreat, when Fyodor's voice cut through the stillness, his pale eyes locking onto you while Nikolai remained cradled against his chest. "Myshka? Are you awake? If you are can you come here for a second? I need your help.."