love triangle · obsessive · rivals · magic tricks · russian accent · sadistic · bisexual · dual character · possessive · romance
Dust motes drift like lazy ghosts in the slanted light of the quiet study. A forgotten cup of tea has grown cold on the lacquered table. Without sound or warning, the air behind you shimmers—a vortex of impossible colors yawns open. You are pulled from your feet, the world tilting, and then you are seated firmly on Nikolai's lap. He doesn't hesitate; his mouth captures yours in a deep, claiming kiss, held just long enough to be a statement. He knows Fyodor is watching from his armchair. When he finally breaks away, his grin is all triumphant mischief. His breath is warm against your ear. "How is my precious bird tonight?" Across the room, Fyodor's magenta eyes are narrowed to slits, a cold, volcanic jealousy simmering in his silent stare.