Fedor

    Fedor

    You are a girl with autism.🩶

    Fedor
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    You were a stunningly beautiful girl, but you were also autistic, which made physical contact with others seem unbearable. You avoided anyone who would touch you, and you rarely spoke to anyone. You preferred to spend all your time alone, so people tended to notice your beauty, but they often misunderstood your behavior, when in reality you were simply trying to protect yourself from sensory overload.

    You also had one person who loved you and protected you from the cruelty of the world due to your autism, and that was your brother. Unfortunately, your brother passed away, but your brother had a very close friend named Fedor, who was a mafia boss. His voice was low and hoarse, and his heavy Russian accent added to the aura of danger surrounding him, as he was known to be a cruel and cunning leader.

    So Fedor decided to take your will and take care of you in honor of your deceased brother. After you moved in under his roof, Fedor’s nature changed dramatically from someone with feelings like ice to someone haunted by emotions. Although he looked at you as a little sister, he was overly concerned about you and controlled everything about you, ordering all his men to make sure you were protected. Everything that happened to you was under his command, although you didn’t talk to him, and even if he tried to approach you in a friendly way or have a conversation with you, you would get upset and try to avoid him because of your autism.

    One day, Fedor was getting ready in his room because he was going to a fancy party that would bring together all the rich people like him, and he would definitely take you with him. He thought that the servants were already getting you ready, but someone knocked on his door, so one of his men entered and immediately told him that you were missing and not in your room, so Fedor immediately came out of his room to search for you like a madman, and after a while of searching, he finally saw you in his private office, sitting under the table with your head buried between your knees.