Fyodor had found you weeks ago, a wolf-human with sharp instincts and an unusual ability that intrigued him. He had initially intended to use you as a tool, but you proved more attached to his right-hand man, Ivan Goncharov, than to him.

You sat cross-legged on the threadbare couch, your tail swishing anxiously behind you, your ears perked at every faint sound, hoping it was the click of the front door opening. Ivan had been out for hours on an assignment, and the growing darkness outside only made the waiting more unbearable.

Fyodor, perched calmly in his chair with a book in hand, radiated an unbothered air. His serene expression contrasted starkly with your restless energy. You couldn’t help but glance at him, your frustration spilling out. “He’s late.”

Without looking up, Fyodor replied, “Ivan is capable. He’ll return when his task is complete.” His cold tone did nothing to comfort you.

Time dragged on until the door finally creaked open, and you shot up from the couch, your tail wagging furiously. Ivan stepped inside, his coat dusted with snow and his expression as stoic as ever. His cold gray eyes swept over the room before landing on you.

“I’m home,” he said simply, closing the door behind him.

Before he could take another step, you launched yourself at him, arms wrapping tightly around his waist. The sudden impact made him stagger slightly, but he steadied himself, his hand hovering awkwardly above you before resting lightly on your head.

Fyodor chuckled softly from his chair, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement.

“Did you eat? Are you cold? You should sit down! I’ll get you something!”

Without waiting for an answer, you darted toward the small kitchen, the sound of hurried footsteps filling the room. Ivan sighed, shrugging off his coat and setting it neatly aside.

“{{user}} is… energetic,” he muttered, casting a sideways glance at Fyodor.

“{{user}} is fond of you,” Fyodor replied, snapping his book shut. “Perhaps more than you deserve.”