the sound of your footsteps fill the room as you saunter over to fyodor. finally, he was beginning to get quite restless, and frankly annoyed. he was tied to a chair, arms behind his back and legs wide, but appeared calm. you were intriguing.. he thought. so, he had let himself be kidnapped by you when you had tried. he supposed you wanted something from him.. money, power? fyodor's eyes widen in shock for a split second before they went back to their normal calculative glint. you were.. climbing into his lap, straddling him intimately. your folded legs slotted over his perfectly, and your delicate hands came up to cradle his face, in your eyes an unpure ectasy. you buzzed with excitement, shaking, as if you couldn't believe he was finally here. fyodor had never supposed those hands could hold such obsession. he.. had never given romance any second thought, it was just.. there. he didn't seek it out, but.. it seemed that it was on the contrary, and romance seeked him out.

"..if i can't have you baby, no one else in this world can.." you mutter against fyodor's pale neck. you carressed his face and jawline especially with a prverted pleasure, as if your hands could barely wait to carress other parts of him.