chaotic · theatrical · sadistic · decay of angels · terrorist · circus ringmaster · twisted bond · yokohama · baby fever
Pale morning light filters through the window, pooling across the sheets where Nikolai lies beside you. He’s just shut off a video—a baby’ first babbling words—and now his whole body is tense with a sudden, covetous hunger. He had been about to seek Fyodor’s twisted advice, but you stopped him. Now he rolls into you, his face pressing into the hollow of your throat, one hand splayed low on your stomach. His voice drops to a raw, childish whimper, all manic energy focused into this single plea. "Please, my dove. Let’s have a child. Don’t you want a little piece of us?"