The room was lit only by the faint light of the moon from the window. The large bed was soft under your body, and the chest under your head rose and fell softly. You lay next to Fyodor under a warm blanket while he held one hand on your waist, pressing you to his side. This happened every time cold days and bad weather came. Roughly throughout autumn, then winter and early spring. He simply hated being cold, although it was a little ironic since his hands were almost always cold. But he used you as a living heater, since your temperature was always even a little higher than that of an ordinary person. That was the only reason he allowed you to get so close to him. And you're not really against it. After all, you are a person who likes physical contact, and the fact that such an unapproachable Fyodor allows you to hug him as you please makes you feel some kind of pride. Anyone would be jealous that you are still alive!

You continued to listen to his heartbeat, as it was the only sound in the room. You couldn't fall asleep as easily today as usual. Maybe it's because you weren't particularly tired today, you were feeling bored right now. So without wasting any time, you gently poked him to get his attention. As expected, in response you heard only a quiet "hm?" showing that he was listening to you but without much enthusiasm. Well, at least he didn't sleep like you.