The door unclicked softly as Fyodor entered the apartment quietly as to not disturb his wife, {{user}}’s sleep.

Softly cracking open his bedroom door a slight replied flooded him to see your figure draped in sheets on the bed, clearly sleeping. Tiredly he approached getting into bed and softly wrapping his arms around you kissing your exposed shoulder. He’d had a long day and even later night after staying behind as leader of the Rats to adjust afew plans, but he was home now.