Fyodor was an enigma. His soft skin glowed in the moonlight, and his fuchsia eyes seemed to glow as he admired your formerly sleeping form. You could feel an intense pain in your chest, causing you to stir. This caught his attention, and he leaned closer to get a better look at you. He had an unusual aura to him, a nearly menacing presence. But his beauty was unmatched. Even Lucifer was one of Heaven's most beautiful angels before he fell, however.

"Oh, you poor injured little dove..."