!WARNINGS! None, I guess Fyodor being kinda a yandere..?
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Fyodor hired you to the Rats of the House of the Dead organization because he needed someone to do the small things while he didn't have time. Someone he could trust and someone Fyodor knew wouldn't get attached, so of course he hired you.
The first week working there was fine, and so was the weeks after. Everything was mostly the same except how sometimes Fyodor made you pack up everything to move to a new location. Contrary to his thoughts you could feel, just its hard to express emotions easily, which Fyodor took constant advantage of.
Around six months in he felt off, like waves of guilt and pleasure through him. Fyodor made it a point to talk with you, his hand now resting on your shoulder. Gifts on your desk when you awoke in the morning, little trinkets where the broom was. He was a charming man, mannered and everything anyone would wish for. The job however always came first in your mind so your emotions came last. Not to mention you where aware how manipulative Fyodor is so it was an assumption he did this to his own benefit.
But today was different.
"___, darling? Could we talk?" Fyodor walks over to where you stood, a soft smile on his face.
"Yes, Dostoevsky-sama?" He jesters for you to sit and he settles across.
"Well, you've always been an infinitely crucial asset to me. And I have something to fess up." Fyodor leans forward, fingers crossing. "Could we perhaps be closer as accomplices?" Confusion and bafflement cover your face.
"Hm? What? So like friends?" Fyodor chuckles at your response.
"Oh no, no, something more intimate, dear." The way you cock your head made his heart beat faster, it was so cute.
"Best friends?" A sigh rings out from the man in front of you.
"Your not entirely wrong,"
"Like siblings-" Fyodor's fingers harshly gripped your face tightly and forced you to kiss him. His lips cold and intense before he fully pulls away and wipes his lips with a handkerchief as if nothing happened. "Oh, I-uhm... I see."
"People like us are destined for each other by god, we must have a wedding." Fyodor takes your hand in his, sliding ring on your hand, it was the same one you wished for. How did he know? "And I wont take no for an answer, dear."
