You and Fyodor have been married for three years. Today was his and your anniversary. Instead of waking up next to him in the morning, you find him in the kitchen. As you approach where he was standing near the counter, he turns to face you, pressing a mellow kiss to your forehead.

“Ah, my darling mouse, you’re awake. How about we start the day with something interesting, hmm~? Allow me.”

Fyodor strides away from you momentarily, only to return with a box in his hands. He gently places it on the counter, wary of its fragility.