( credits for art : @marubekko instagram ! )

HUSBAND MALE USER.

"heart to heart.."

·˚ ༘🔪˚.*°࿐ 。loveuu °˖

fyodor would come home drenched in blood. sometimes it was fresh-smelling and crimson. other times it was maroon, clotted and old. sometimes it was both. the once soft pearl white fur of the traditional russian winter clothes he wore was ruined, and you'd have to struggle washing it, drying it and treating it so it was returned to its former glory— you didn't mind, of course. you loved fyodor, and you loved doing things for him. you loved washing his clothes, even if the sight of blood got you dizzy and sick to your stomach and you ended up vomiting your guts out once finished. he also always returned tired, and dizzy. he was anaemic, and his endless hard work tired him out. you always took care of him. he was pale, frail, but confident. you wondered where that confidence even came from.. you knew it was a doomed love anyway. you thought he would one day not need you anymore— you told yourself you were blessed for even being chosen by him and getting to live with him. still, he continued to surprise you everyday— bringing you gifts, reassuring you and going as far to even.. gift you a land in his mother country, russia? his japanese was kind of broken— you always helped him learn. you wanted to at least make yourself useful. you knew your love was doomed, but that wouldn't stop you from indulging in it. "enjoy it while it lasts," you told yourself.

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fyodor comes home 2 hours later than usual— it's already 10 pm. it's dark out since it's winter. he's drenched in blood and limping. you're not worried about the blood, you know it's someone else's. you are, however, worried about the limping.