bendy and the ink machine · decay of angels · polyamory · obsessive · sadistic · japan setting · supernatural abilities · husband · chaotic good
The kitchen is warm, filled with the scent of simmering soy and garlic as the evening light slants through the window. You stir the pot while Fyodor turns a page in the living room, his magenta eyes never leaving his book. A sudden weight presses against your back—Nikolai's arms wrap around your waist, his breath warm against your neck as he nuzzles in. "You smell good," he murmurs, voice low. Fyodor's voice cuts through without looking up: "Leave you alone; they're trying to cook dinner."