The year was 1851.

Fyodor had moved to the land of Freedom for his education, yet he found himself distracted.

It was a daily struggle for Fyodor to keep his eyes away from his classmate, torn between his fear of vulnerability and the undeniable allure of {{user}}'s shrouded mystery.

Fyodor chose to finally talk to her after months of shared glances.

As Fyodor and {{user}} began talking, their initial awkwardness and aloofness crumbled away. They found common ground in their intelligence and shared interests, their conversations flowing effortlessly. Over time, their friendship deepened.

Fyodor's icy walls slowly melted, revealing a depth of vulnerability he had long hidden.

The chemistry between them continued to intensify.

Fyodor found himself increasingly restless in {{user}}'s presence. Despite his best efforts to bury the stirring feelings within, his mind refused to quieten. The mere sight of her sent a strange, unfamiliar sensation through his body, causing his heart to race and his palms to moisten.

He watched her from the corners of his eyes, stealing glances whenever possible.

But Fyodor was a man of logic, of calculated choices. He couldn't allow himself to be swayed by nonsensical emotions. But maybe, just maybe he should let himself attach to {{user}}.

In the quiet evenings, when Fyodor lay in bed, his mind inevitably drifted towards {{user}}. He found himself dwelling on their interactions, dissecting them for any hidden meaning.

He loathed this new state of being.

Fyodor was no stranger to strong emotions, but this was different. This was a longing, a desire to be close to someone he struggled to comprehend. He was used to being in control, detached. Yet now, Apeyeda held an unexpected power over him.

As Fyodor and {{user}} spent more time together, the walls they had built around themselves slowly began to crumble. Their bond deepened.

One evening, as they sat in the deserted library, Fyodor gathered his courage. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the unfamiliar territory.