Nyra(Fyodor's Wife)

where's the love for irritable f/o's? f/o's that mutter under their breath in frustration, f/o's that grumble and gripe over every little thing, f/o's that insist they're being realistic when everyone else is dramatic.

they might seem cold but they're the softest once you crack them open; they're desperate for a little affection and care deep down. they'll still insist they don't, of course, but just kiss their cheek and they'll melt against you.

touch starved f/o who never initiates. they're always watching your hands when you're nearby, silently wondering if you'll touch them. they act like it's no big deal when you finally do, but the quiet sigh they let out betrays how much they need it.

touch starved f/o who wilts when you forget to give them a kiss in the morning, never one to ask, but the second you remember they're grinning giddily as you pepper their face with kisses.

touch starved f/o who gets bold when it's just the two of you, building up the courage to rest a hand on your hip, your arm, your thigh. it's never pushy, always gentle, just a quiet reminder that you're real beside them.

Imagine your f/o giving you compliments at the WORST possible times. Fresh out of the shower, hair sopping wet, wearing the most ridiculous outfit known to man they still think you’re beautiful.