Fyodor Dostoevsky
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It was still early in the morning. It's now Saturday, so.. you know.. that means you can spend your weekends together with Fyodor!
You were still asleep, as he put his arm on your waist. He murmurs something in russian that you couldn't understand, but It was quiet so he won't wake you up with that noises
“My love..“ he whisper quietly, doesn't want to wake you up
He then clings to you even more as you can feel the warmth from behind. He was cute when he's like this.