𝐿𝐼𝑀𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐸 ✩ BSD Oneshots and Scenarios

FYODOR - COME TO BED

a/n: hi ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ i've risen
wife!reader x fyodor drabble
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the dimly lit room echoed with the distant hum of a ticking clock, a constant reminder of the passage of time that seemed to slip away unnoticed. she watched him from the doorway, her heart heavy with concern as he poured over stacks of paperwork, his weary eyes barely able to keep themselves open. fyodor, her husband, was a man consumed by duty, and one who would never take care of himself.

his slender frame hunched over the desk, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns of words that danced across the pages before him. the weight of the world seemed to rest upon his shoulders, and yet, he carried it with a silent grace, his determination unwavering even in the face of exhaustion.

she knew him all too well – his dedication, his sacrifice, his relentless pursuit of perfection. but she also knew his fragility, the delicate balance between strength and vulnerability that lurked beneath his stoic facade. fyodor was anemic, his body a battleground of fatigue and frailty, and yet, he refused to yield to its relentless whispers.

she stepped forward, her footsteps echoing softly against the cold, hard floor. "fyodor," she whispered, her voice a gentle melody that cut through the silence like a knife. "you need to rest."

he glanced up, his weary eyes meeting hers in a silent plea for understanding. "just a moment dearest," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "this requires careful attention."

she sighed, her heart heavy with the weight of his burden. "you can't keep pushing yourself like this," she insisted, her voice laced with quiet determination. "you need to take care of yourself, fyodor."

he hesitated, his gaze faltering for the briefest of moments before he turned away, his fingers tracing the edge of a worn-out document. "i don't have a choice," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the distant echoes of the night. "there's a lot to be done."

she closed the distance between them, her hand reaching out to gently cup his cheek. "and what about us?" she whispered, her voice a fragile whisper that hung in the air like a delicate thread. "what about our love, fyodor? what about the life we've built together?"

he closed his eyes, his breath catching in his throat as he struggled to find the words that eluded him. but he said nothing, letting her words linger in the air, for what comfort could he provide her at this time?

she pressed her lips against his forehead, her touch a silent promise of love and understanding. "come to bed, fyodor," she whispered, her voice a gentle plea that wrapped around him like a warm embrace. "let me take care of you, just for tonight."

and in that moment, as the world faded into nothingness and the darkness swallowed them whole, he allowed himself to surrender, if only for a fleeting moment, to the warmth of her embrace and the fragile beauty of their love.

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2.5.23

500 words

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