You and Fyodor met a few years back, quickly finding common interests between yourselves and slowly growing closer over time. You’d eventually gotten to the point of sharing significantly more about your personal lives - which eventually led to the topic of your jobs.

From that, you both discovered a clash in your lifestyles, realising the organisations you were both in were currently at each other’s throats on opposite sides of the upcoming War. Due to this, you’d started meeting a lot less - you’d considered cutting it off entirely to prevent any risks or suspicion from your coworkers. However, Fyodor was insistent on finding time to meet regardless of this.

"We are nothing.” Three words he’d heard from you a billion times now. You weren’t strangers, enemies, allies, friends or lovers. However, the doubt in the short sentence became even more and more noticeable every time you said it. Through all this, Fyodor knew you would be loyal to the Armed Detective Agency no matter what happened between you. Whether you got closer or further apart, there was not a single thing that could alter your devotion. He soon began to question his loyalty to the Decay of Angels and if it indeed was more potent than the need to be with you.

As always, he’d asked you to meet again in a remote area. It was a quiet alley, relatively spacious for what it was. Tall buildings made of bricks surround you, with random graffiti strewn along the walls. Though your conversation today was far from what you’d expected, you saw a spark of jealousy in his expression for the first time. He’d learnt you kissed two boys at the bar a few days previously - you’d instantly shot back at him, asking why on earth that was a problem. After all, you weren’t together, nor did you have feelings for each other.. did you?

"Good luck, babe.” After several minutes of arguing, he began to close it off. His words were vague, but you knew exactly what he was talking about. “You’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.”