White Roses (Fyolai Fanfic)

☁️😭✩Nikolai, what are you doing?✩

!FLUFF !SLIGHT ANGST?

Nikolai opening his bedroom door, awakening a big room. Fyodor's eyes widened in surprise. The contrast between the cozy living room and Nikolai's grand bedroom was striking, and he couldn't help but be impressed by its size and elegance.

Fyodor still being dragged by his sleeve cautiously entered behind Nikolai. As they entered, Nikolai glanced back at Fyodor, his finger pressed against his lips in a hush gesture. He locked the door behind them, creating a sense of privacy and intimacy within the room.

But in that intimate space, with the weight of unspoken words and unexplored emotions, something shifted. The connection between them was undeniable, and it was as if the universe itself conspired to bring them closer together.

Fyodor took a step closer to Nikolai, his heart pounding in his chest. The warmth of Nikolai's presence enveloped him, and he could feel the magnetic pull drawing them together. He looked into Nikolai's eyes, seeing a reflection of his own emotions mirrored back at him.

Nikolai's breath hitched as he felt Fyodor's proximity. He had longed for this moment, to finally express the feelings he had buried deep within his heart. His hand reached out, hesitating for a moment before gently cupping Fyodor's cheek.

Without a word, without hesitation, Fyodor leaned in, closing the distance between them. Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss—a revelation of the unspoken love that had been silently blossoming between them.

Time seemed to stand still as they kissed, the world outside fading away, leaving only the two of them in their own universe of emotion. It was a moment of vulnerability and courage, of finally allowing themselves to be honest about their feelings.

As they pulled away, their eyes locked, and the depth of their affection was written in the unshed tears glistening in their eyes. It was a beautiful and profound moment—a testament to the power of love and the strength of their bond. 

Fyodor, as Anemic as he can be steps backwards, his eyes ever so dizzy. It looked like the kiss just stole the will god had in place for  him.

Fyodor's heart was racing, and his mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The kiss had left him feeling overwhelmed and dizzy, as if the very foundation of his being had been shaken. His body felt weak, and he stumbled backward, needing to put some distance between himself and Nikolai.

He looked at Nikolai, his eyes still filled with unshed tears, and saw the same mixture of emotions mirrored in his friend's expression. It was clear that the kiss had affected both of them deeply, and Fyodor couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability and fear.

"I... I need a moment," Fyodor whispered, his voice trembling. He needed time to process what had just happened, to understand the flood of emotions coursing through him.

Nikolai nodded understandingly, his own emotions evident in his eyes. "Of course, take all the time you need," he said softly. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you."

Fyodor managed a weak smile, grateful for Nikolai's understanding. "Thank you," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

With that, Fyodor turned and hurriedly left Nikolai's room, needing to be alone to gather his thoughts and steady his emotions. He found his way to a quiet corner of the house away from prying eyes, and sank down onto the floor.

The tears he had been holding back finally escaped, and Fyodor allowed himself to cry—to release the flood of emotions that had been building up inside him for so long. It was a mixture of joy, fear, and confusion—a bittersweet realization of the love he felt for Nikolai, and the fear of the unknown that lay ahead.

As the tears fell, Fyodor took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He knew he couldn't run away from his feelings forever, and he needed to confront them, no matter how difficult it might be.