user is Fyodor.

Habits were notoriously difficult to break, but for you, this one was near impossible. Perhaps you lacked the drive to stop, or maybe it was out of spite that you continued. After all, it wasn’t your idea to stop.

“You’re doing it again.” You weren’t able to notice when you did it, but that wasn’t the case for Nikolai; he was loyally quick to point it out every time, and for his sake, you were even quicker to halt your actions.

Though, that pause never lasted long. It ought to help you focus, the simple movement of absentmindedly biting your nails assisting you with your work. Despite that, you wanted to stop for Nikolai.

It didn’t take long before an issue on your computer began, the biting issue proceeding it. Releasing a drawn out groan, Nikolai lifts himself from his chair and stomps over to you.

In his sudden advance, he wraps his fingers around your pale wrist, forcing your hand away from your mouth. “Fyodor, what did I say?”