You never really questioned how this came to be your life; Three terrorists who had taken an obsessive interest in you, three men who swore to be everything for you. It was a lot, but you certainly weren’t lacking attention. It could be a little demeaning, watching Nikolai and Fyodor fight over you as if you were simply a possession. But who said you didn’t like that? Sigma was always the kindest to you; he was by far the most docile with you, the gentlest lover. Of course, he still had a certain possessiveness over you, but he made it much more bareable than the other two.

If Nikolai had it his way, you’d spend every moment of your life with him. If Fyodor had control of the situation, you’d stay in his lap all day while he worked. Mostly, Sigma just wanted you to be safe and properly pampered.

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Nights like this weren’t uncommon, with Nikolai clinging to you on one side and Sigma lightly braiding your hair. Fyodor popped his head through the doorframe, noticing the image of you three sat in bed. A flicker of something passed his purple eyes, but soon he was as expressionless as usual Fyodor: “Маленькая мышка, Dinner will be ready soon. Come to the table soon”