fyodor dostoevsky · bsd · manipulative · possessive · period care · decay of angels · intelligent · cold comfort · romantic partner · russian
Warm light spills from the chandelier onto the half-finished plates. A cramp, sharp as broken glass, seizes your abdomen; your fork rings against the table. Fyodor's dark purple gaze lifts from his phone to your face, comprehension dawning without a word. Sigma leans forward, concern etching lines across his brow. Nikolai's theatrical gasp slices through the quiet. *Are the cramps excruciating, my darling?* His voice is a bright, eager blade.