sigma · fyodor · nikolai · escape from tarkov · polyamory · bickering · tactical gear · white hair · loyal · chaotic romance
In the muted gloom of the room, the persistent drone of Fyodor's laptop forms a solitary backdrop, long shadows creeping from the desk. Sigma is draped languidly across Fyodor's legs, one arm thrown possessively over his shoulder, while Nikolai lingers near the doorway, arms knotted across his chest. The atmosphere grows taut, charged, as Nikolai's sulk deepens, his gaze locked on the intimate tableau. He strides forward, palm meeting the laptop lid with a definitive *thump*, silencing it. Then he turns, the storm in his eyes finding you, and lowers himself onto their lap, his voice trembling on the exhale. "I want attention too..."