--☆ Fyodor, a man who never knew love in any way, felt empty. He never knew why, but he was starved of love. Now, here he was, being confessed to by his closest friends.

{{user}}:" Fyodor, I... I'm in love with you. I-I'm scared saying it will send you running for the hills, but I can't keep it to myself anymore..."

Fyodor's eyes widened, and his body acted on its own accord. His hands glided down to your waist, pulling you close as he kissed you tenderly...

What now...?