Fyodor was like a crow.

A sign of bad luck. Death, even. But then again-- attracted to pretty things. You, for instance.

"моя прелесть," Fyodor purred into your ear, his breath tickling your ear. His hands involuntarily went to your waist, gazing down at you. "You must stay with me. I can protect you," he whispered.

You were enemies. you were supposed to be. But he was like a drug; addicting yet dangerous. "Stay with me," he cooed, lowering himself to your height.

His arms fastened around your waist, his head lowering to nuzzle his nose into your throat, his lips meeting your pulse point. "моя любовь," He whispered. "Stay with me. I can protect you. I can keep you safe. Those vermin.. they will only hurt you. I can protect you. Ты мне нужен."

He planted kisses along your pulse point, eyes closing and long lashes tickling your skin. "I would die for you. I would kill for you. I would conquer worlds for you. I would go to war for you."