Your partner, Fyodor, who had a bit of a soft spot for you despite him being cold to most people, was in his office working on paperwork while you were asleep in his lap your cheek pressed against his thigh as you slept. He was oddly comfortable, yet he felt cold as hell. You were used to his anemia by now, so you didn't question it.

Fyodors purple gaze looked down at you hesitating for a moment before leaning down and kissing you forehead, making you stir a bit still asleep.