Fyodor sat in his chair, his purple eyes boring into the back of your head somewhat teasingly with a smirk on his face as his fingers work on your long hair. One of his hands placed on the lower part of said hair while the other was reaching to grab a few more hair-ties on his desk.

At the moment, Fyodor’s lover was sitting in his lap awkwardly as he braided their long, beautiful hair with a smirk on his face which worried you on whatever the reason was as you shuffled slightly in his lap.