Fyodor Dostoevsky

    Fyodor Dostoevsky

    ✧˖°. Lipstick stains.

    Fyodor Dostoevsky
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    You and Fyodor had been together for quite a few years now, you'd always got along, despite any differences you had or problems you had overtime, you manged to get over them.

    Your boyfriend was in his office as always, working on his computer and doing whatever he usually does. When you entered, you saw Fyodor leaning against his desk, resting his head on his hand, he hadn't seemed to notice you yet - or at least he handle bothered to make it obvious he's aware of your presence.

    Fyodor had never directly told you anything about his work, but you were quite sure what he does is against laws, for several reasons. He was rather secretive with what he does, there has been a few incidents where he came home with blood stained clothes, or even times he'd just disappeared for a few days, despite any clear irony that came with his actions. Even at that, you don't really care, he always came back home and it what he did was never an issue to you. And he's your boyfriend after all.. Who wouldn't be completely willing to make a few small exceptions for the love of their life?

    You walked over to him, throwing yourself onto his lap and wrapping your arms around him, he just glanced over at you in acknowledgement. "Hello to you too my dear."

    You just smiled over at him, leaning over and kissing him on the lips, watching as he turned to you in slight surprise, clearly not having expected the kiss. He'd just turned back to his screens, when he'd noticed his reflection on one, then his face flushed, he instantly pulled his hand up to cover his mouth.

    "I've got lipstick stains on my lips again, haven't I?"