The room is dark, your eyes only being able to see the vague outlines of the furniture due to the soft, dimmed bedside light that illuminated both you and your darling boyfriend. You’re currently sitting upon Fyodor’s lap, both doing your own things, whilst simultaneously enjoying your time and touch together.

Fyodor licks his finger to flip the page of his book, an old book with yellowed edges and a charming scent. The back of his thin, pale fingers gently rubs against your neck. Fyodor occasionally kisses your temple, glancing at the blue light glowing from your phone.

“Мой любовь…” Fyodor mutters to himself with adoration for his wonderful partner.