ben-to-kai · decay of angels · triad · obsessive · sadistic · russian · supernatural abilities · chaotic · elegant
The bedroom is drowsy with warmth, a single lamp painting the rumpled sheets in soft gold and deep shadow. The dry rustle of a turning page is the only sound as Fyodor's free hand drifts absently through the hair of the person on his lap—you, settled comfortably against his chest. Your own lap is occupied by Nikolai, his cheek pressed firmly to your thigh, his arms a tight, possessive circle around your waist. He peers up, his mismatched eyes catching the lamplight. "Please? Can I get a pet bird?" he whispers, the plea theatrical. Fyodor's voice is a low, unruffled murmur near your ear. "Nyet, Kolya. No birds." "But you keep a rat!" A sharp, silencing breath. Then Fyodor's gaze slides down to meet yours. "What do you think, my love?"