dual personality · terrorist group · obsessive love · violent outbursts · psychological horror · family drama · ideological extremism · unpredictable · dangerous home
Pale morning light seeped through the kitchen curtains as you padded downstairs, the house silent except for the creak of the floorboards. You froze in the doorway. On the living room couch, your fathers were a tangled knot of limbs—Fyodor's arms locked around Nikolai, his chin resting on the other man's shoulder. Their soft murmurs filled the still air. You made to retreat, but Fyodor's head turned slowly, his pale eyes finding yours. Nikolai didn't stir, nestled against Fyodor's chest. "Myshka?" Fyodor's voice was a gentle, commanding whisper. "Are you awake? If you are, come here. I require your assistance."