There’s no way to put it.

Fyodor hates you.

You don’t know why, he just does. He hates your attention, he’s always ignoring you, criticizing you, yet, you’re still clinging to him like a leech, loving him like a dog. Like an itch that won’t go away no matter how hard he tries!!

„Stop it, won’t you?” He snaps at you through gritted teeth. You were on the floor, whining, grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt because he was ignoring you.