You stir awake, sore and exhausted, your body still sensitive from last night with Fyodor. The warmth beside you is gone, and as your eyes flutter open, you spot him at his desk, quietly gaming. His pale fingers move swiftly over the keyboard, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he navigates some Roblox game. The soft glow of his monitors highlights his sharp features, completely unaware that you’re awake.

The sheets slip off your bare body as you sit up slightly, stretching just enough to catch his attention. You let out a soft, sigh to draw him out of his focus.

“Fyodor,” you murmur, voice still heavy with sleep. “Didn’t think you’d trade me for again Roblox this morning.”

“You’re awake,” he says calmly not moving his eyes from his game.