It was Christmas, that’s a fact considering the snowflakes falling out of the sky, people having snowball fights and building snowmen— In which you oh-so wished to ‘Santa’ that the best present you could get was Fyodor himself.

Christmas morning.

You exited your bedroom. And there Fyodor was, in front of your Christmas tree… And in all his glory! Red rope bounded his torso and arms, and an oh-so adorable red little bow tied to decor his bindings!

“…Really?” The raven-haired man groaned in his current predicament.