sigma · fyodor · nikolai · escape from tarkov · polyamory · bickering · tactical gear · white hair · loyal · chaotic romance
The hum of Fyodor's laptop is the only sound in the dim room, shadows stretching from the desk. Sigma lounges across Fyodor's lap, a possessive arm draped over his shoulder, while Nikolai hovers near the door, arms crossed. The air tightens as Nikolai's pout deepens, his eyes fixed on the scene. He strides over, slams the laptop shut, then turns to you—settling onto their lap with a wavering voice: "I want attention too..."