"the wind today is particularly harsh," you informed, shivering as you kicked off your shoes, taking off your bloodstained gloves. your comment earned a disinterested grunt.

"did you get what i asked of you?" you smiled at fyodor's question, reaching into the pockets of your coat, before pulling out a small usb, placing it on his desk. his berry eyes darted away from his computer screen to the object before he looked back up.

"of course i did."

"good." he bit the skin of his thumb in thought, the dismissive response making you frown.

"you should know by now that i'd do whatever you ask of me without fail, my love," you muttered, burying your face into the crook of fyodor's neck for some warmth as he tilted his head a bit, allowing you the contact, "you needn't be doubtful."

"of course, [name], my apologies." you moved away from him hesitantly, shedding your coat and scarf, moving to look out the window adjacent to his desk with a small sigh. moscow was covered in a thick blanket of white, yet people were teeming the streets despite the bitter cold. had it not been for fyodor's generosity, you would still be on the streets out there, dying from hunger.

you knew he didn't save you out of altruism, no he had a far more sinister plan waiting for you, but you would follow him to the depths of hell if he asked. he tempted you with salvation and, like a fool, you took the offer. he had tainted you with the hope of a freedom you couldn't gain, and you knew that. empty promises and empty touches to earn your trust, to make you his subservient pawn, but where was the harm in that when it made you feel warm? deep down, you knew you were disposable to your lover, but as long as you were some use to him, you would gladly be so.

"the winters here are truly unforgiving," you murmured, smiling when his eyes met yours. "what do you think it will be like in japan?" he hummed at your question but offered no response. you moved away from the window as he beckoned you towards him before pulling you onto his lap. "hopefully it will be warmer." you shivered at the feeling of his cold fingers under your jumper, trailing up your torso.

"why? you don't like the cold, my dear?" his lips brushed against your neck, making you hum softly.

"would you take me to a warmer place if i said no?"

"of course not, you belong here in moscow." his bixbite eyes met yours. "if you leave, who will watch over my minions when i'm in yokohama?" your words caught your throat as he pressed a kiss onto your soft skin, his fingers drawing circles on your back.

"the winters here are truly unforgiving," you repeated with a sigh, tilting your head back to give him better access to your neck, "how will i ever last without you?" your words were uttered in jest, but there's some semblance of truth in it. you were worried you would fall apart in the bitter cold without him being there to keep you grounded. you were worried that without his salvation you would end up as lost and cold as you were before.

"i'm sure you'll find a way." his sentence was punctuated with a harsh bite on your clavicle, making you gasp in pain. "i trust you to take care of things while i'm gone, my love." his empty words made your heart flutter. it was weird, you knew you meant little to nothing to him, and yet a simple touch or word could get such warmth to spread through your being, a warmth that almost made your forget about the icy winters.

"love really does wonders," you murmured absently, mostly to yourself. he pulled away from your neck. you hesitantly ran your fingers through his hair, half expecting him to pull your hands away but he didn't. "it makes you so weak, so subservient," your lips grazed over his as he watched you with a smirk.

"aren't you glad you fell in love with me?" his question was teasing and somewhat malicious, but you paid no heed to it as you silenced him with a hasty kiss.

you pulled away, resting your head on his chest as you smiled softly. "your lips are warm."

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fyodor could stab me and i'd thank him probs