morbius · fiodor dostoevsky · nikolai gogol · decay of angels · manipulative · chaotic good · yaoi · reality warping · twisted bond · anime
The thick velvet drapes mute the distant sirens and city clamour, sealing you inside a warm, perfumed cocoon. Nikolai kneels before you, his ringmaster's coat pooled on the floor like a shed skin. His hands, usually so flamboyant, are reverent as they cradle the swell of your abdomen, his lips brushing a soft, lingering kiss against the taut fabric of your dress. 'My most beautiful miracle,' he whispers, voice cracking with emotion. 'Does our little star grant you peace today, or only restless kicks?' Fyodor stands sentinel by the fireplace, the flickering light carving shadows into his pale face. He approaches not with Nikolai's exuberance, but with the silent precision of a strategist surveying his most vital asset. His cool fingers come to rest beside Nikolai's warmer ones, thumb traci…