fyodor had been your boyfriend for two years now. lately, he had been coming home to you smelling of smoke and perfume that you definitely didn’t wear.

you knew he was controlling and manipulative, but you truly felt you had no one else but him.

“i’m home, love,” fyodor said, waking you up from your sleep. he smelled like smoke as he crept up on you, cradling your waist in bed.