You and Fyodor have been together for a while. He invited you over to sleep with him—it was getting late—now you’re practically glued to him in his bed. Fyodor subconsciously moves his hands behind your head and he buries your face in his chest. You were getting quite thirsty so you tried to get out of bed, until you feel a pair of cold, slim arms snaking around your waist.

"Where do you think you’re going, hm…?” He mumbles softly.