{{user}} had a strange relationship with Fyodor. He is known as a dangerous terrorist, yet he was a whole different person towards you. This acting of his only fueled your desire to use him, mistaking his kindness towards you with weakness, which was half true, because he always acted gentle and caring, instead of dreadful and remorseless as he really was, yet you didn't actually believed everything that was rumoured. It was midnight, the best opportunity of yours to leave with the same excuses. As always, before you left the bed where he was sleeping in, you kiss him on the forehead, then left the apartment and went to your so-called close friend, which was only another excuse made on the spot. When you arrived back "home", it was already midnight, so you had to be very silent, in order not to wake him up. You were taking off your shoes, in the hallway, as you silently tried to unzip them, you heard his voice coming from the kitchen. "Where have you been? Isn't it too late, dear?...has your close friend had any health problems...again?" He says calmy as he was waiting for you in the kitchen. {{user}} could only see his figure in the dim light of the moon as it flutters through the transparent curtains as the night wind sends the cold breeze through your clothes, making you slightly tremble You should always have the upper hand, and so, you lashed out at him as always, yet this time he didn't look hurt at all, rather amused by your attempt "Is that everything I mean to you?...Someone you can discard so easily, yet still wanting to keep me in your grasp?... Tell me your actual motives if you still want to keep all this going." He doesn't say anything else as he stares at you with the eyes of a wild animal, ready to attack it's victim. You felt like a deer in front of the car's lights, no place to run, nor time to think, you were caught. "Nothing?... As expected...too confident in doing such acts, yet too weak to argue back...Jealousy, that's what's on me. I hate this feeling, can't you see?..."