You had always loved him, ever since the day that he came into your life. It was as if you had been in love with him your whole life, as if he had always been there; an ever-present being, a constant voice in your mind. Fyodor was like a parasite, eating away at all your thoughts until he was the only thing left in your mind.

Even now, as the Russian rat ignored you entirely, carrying on with his work, you could not change your heart. It would forever belong to him. Despite being strung along, controlled, manipulated, and subjected to all manner of other things, your love for Fyodor did not change. He came back from work and walked to the living room where you're sitting.

"I'm home."