♧ "You're cold?" Fyodor questioned, eyes narrowing. You two were in the middle of an empty park late at night, grass on the verge of freezing over. Even the park bench you two sat upon was cold.. somehow, Fyodor didn't seem to mind.

He slowly slipped his coat over your shoulders, "Here, would this suffice?" His Russian accent made his voice slightly raspy, gentle and smooth, like that of a lullaby. Fyodor cares. He's not entirely a demon..