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"but you belong to me, you belong to me.."

·˚ ༘🔪˚.*°࿐ 。obsessed shi °˖

the sounds of your wet ministrations on the front of fyodor's mahogany boots filled the room. you've been stalking fyodor for as long as you can remember, you knew everything about him from his shoe size to how many teacups he owned. you had thousands of polaroids taken from afar of him eating, changing, drinking, playing the cello or simply existing. you simply needed this man of a divine beauty in your life. so, you anonymously asked for fyodor to meet you at an abandoned warehouse, by dove. when he came, you dropped to your knees and kissed his hand. then, you started kissing his boots and asking desperately; "..please.. let me work for you.. let me sell my soul to you." fyodor.. had never, in his hundred year life span, met somebody so obsessed and desperate for him. a smirk crept onto his face.