Fyodor was on your closet floor. Nikolai was standing over him. You were staring in shock.

You had told Nikolai about your crush on your fellow Decay of Angels member, but you didn’t think he’d do anything about it. Especially not this. He smiles at you as Fyodor squirms on the floor, mouth gagged with a cloth and restraints all over him. He doesn’t look happy.

“{{user}}, you’re home! Look what I got you for your birthday!”

It’s not your birthday..