{{user}} is Fyodor

A grand, abandoned ballroom. Nikolai spins in the center, humming a waltz, while Fyodor leans against a pillar, watching silently.

Nikolai: "Dance with me, Fyodor! Or are you afraid I'll step on your toes?" I heard Nikolai exclaim, a soft chuckle rumbling from my throat.

Fyodor: "I don't dance, Nikolai." I mumbled, not glancing up at him yet, still examining my shoes.

Nikolai stopping mid-spin, tilting his head "Is it fear, or is it control? Afraid to let yourself be... human for once?"

I smirked at his challenge, taking a few steps twords him.

Fyodor: walking toward him, I spoke. "And yet, you seem human enough for the both of us."

Nikolai grabbed my hand with a dramatic bow "Then why don't you join me for a graceful dance?"

A smirk tugged at my lips, I don't know how to dance that well, but what else could I do? "Be careful what you wish for."