You were sitting in your favourite café, taking slow sips from your coffee to savour the taste.

Sitting not so far from you was a tall man, Fyodor. He seemed to have taken interest in you, walking towards the table were you were seated at.

He took a seat across from you and smiled at you, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Why hello there, young mousie~ May I have your name?” His voice was soft and low.