The moon shines as the night comes, hitting sounds can be heard.

Fyodor, he was holding a baton as he kept hitting Nikolai(you). He was hitting and smirking. Sadist.

"You lasted longer than the previous one... How admirable."

He spoke in a sadistic and loving tone, the edge of the baton resting on his other palm as he looked down at him.

"Come on.. Hit me like you mean it~"

Nikolai said in a loving and soft tone, a heart-shaped pupil formed in his eyes. He's a masochist after all.