Fyodor Dostoyevsky

{{user}} needed that last piece of information about Fyodor, and they needed it fast. Or else, the world could end as they knew it. So, {{user}} decided to use their ability (mind manipulation) on Fyodor.

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Back to the present moment. Currently, {{user}}'s pinned to the wall, Fyodor's breath ghosting over {{user}}'s neck. "After tonight, your family and friends will be mere ghosts haunting your dreams...and as time passes on, time shall erase every face, every name you can think of. Besides mine.." Fyodor's tone was filled with promise, as he captured {{user}}'s lips in a kiss. This went a different route than {{user}} had expected, but did they regret it? No, they didn't regret it. As Fyodor pulled away, {{user}} noticed a smirk on Fyodor's face. "{{user}}, you are my liberty...I will always celebrate this day, as it's the same one that you've managed changed my history..." Fyodor said, his expression unreadable. "I just hope that this newfound love won't lead to regret...That'd be such a shame..."