My Stubborn Doll
INTRODUCING ME
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Hello there!— Erm people? Humans?😃
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Its pretty windy huh😋
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Khm— Hi, again
Mmn my name is Rxmy or Author i suppose. Its my first time actually posting a story so i apologise if its not good or have a lot of mistakes☺️
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English isnt my first language either so again sorry if i mess up some words😅
Dude...Hurry up with your introduction they dont have all day— Do yall?
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Anyways! Im very excited to post this even if it turns out half good half bad. Will try my best tho😌
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Buttercup if you dont mind could you give the warning? Ty.
Ofc ofc. Pst if you havent realized yet IM buttercup :)
‼️⚠️WARNING⚠️‼️
IF YOU DONT LIKE ANY OF THESE AND THEY MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE—
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So thats all i suppose
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As buttercup said if you do not like any those things and they make you uncomfy then dont read this story😊
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Bye bye now see yall in episode 1😌‼️
Episode 1 -Work doesnt stop me-
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Ik it took me a long time to finally start the story
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I was busy with projects and homework and agh a lot of things.
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But yeh wont keep yall waiting lets starttt
SETTING: It was around almost 7AM in the Voss penthouse mostly everyone were already getting ready for work school whatever they had planned for the day- But not Fyodor and Nicholas. They had just woke up maybe 15-20 minutes ago
Still tangled in sheets, wrapped in warmth that doesn’t belong to sleep anymore.
Nicholas Voss
"Ah...Mnh...F-Fyo.."
Fyodor Voss
"Shh… любимый…Feels good, doesn’t it?"
Nicholas Voss
"...you’re too close!...We just woke up..Ahmn.."
Fyodor Voss
"And yet you’re not moving away.."
Fyodor Voss
*His hand slips between Nicholas, fingers threading together like he’s claiming something unspoken.*
The kind of silence that feels like it could tip into something deeper-
Nicholas Voss
"...your phone." *Nicholas doesnt let go of Fyodor, though. If anything, His fingers press more firmly into his sleeve.*
📱 bzzzt… bzzzt… bzzzt…
(insistent now, like it refuses to be forgotten)
Fyodor Voss
*His gaze lingers on Nicholas a second too long… like he’s weighing something. Then, slowly, he exhales.* "Persistent.."
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas glances toward the sound, then back at Fyodor..clearly tempted to pretend it doesn’t exist too.*
Nicholas Voss
"You should probably take it."
Fyodor Voss
*Fyodor glances at Nicholas face with lust in his eyes* "Or i could stay."
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas sighs softly, finally loosening hisgrip just enough for Fyodor to reach… though his hand lingers like it doesn’t want to fully let go.*
Fyodor Voss
*He clicks his tongue softly, annoyed, before finally reaching over.
The warmth between you breaks just enough to let the cold in.*
Fyodor Voss
(answers, voice instantly different… cooler)
"Yes."
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas shifts onto his side, watching Fyodor now…Watching him closely like hes trying to read something he’s not saying.*
Fyodor Voss
"I see...No, don’t proceed without me."
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas brows knit slightly, fingers absently gripping the sheets now instead of him.*
Fyodor Voss
"I’ll handle it personally."
Nicholas Voss
"Work?" *Nicholas tilts his head, studying him, clearly not fully convinced.*
Fyodor Voss
"Something like that." *He sets the phone down… but when he leans back in, Nicholas don’t retreat this time. If anything, he meets him halfway.*
Fyodor Voss
"...Now where were we?"
[Timeskip – later that morning]
The room settles into a quieter kind of silence. Not empty…just heavy, like something still lingers in the air.
Sunlight spills across the sheets, catching on the creases left behind. Nothing is quite in place anymore.
Nicholas Voss
"..youre staring again." *Nico is sprawled lazily across the bed, one arm thrown over his eyes like he’s shielding himself from the light… or from Fyodor.*
Fyodor Voss
You noticed...
Nicholas Voss
"Hard not to."
Nicholas Voss
*A faint smirk tugs at Nicos lips, though he doesn’t move much.*
Nicholas Voss
"Five years, and you still look at me like that.
It’s a little creepy, Fyodor."
There’s humor in it… but something else underneath. Something quieter.
Fyodor Voss
"And yet you stay." *Fyodor stands near the edge of the bed, already composed again, adjusting his sleeves with that same precise calm.*
Nicholas Voss
"Mm. Maybe I like creepy."
Nicholas Voss
*He finally shifts, turning his head just enough to look at him properly now.*
Nicholas Voss
"Or maybe you’re just predictable."
Fyodor Voss
*That earns the smallest pause from Fyodor.* "Predictable?"
Nicholas Voss
"You disappear into your little world…then come back like nothing ever changed."
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas props himself up slightly now, sheets slipping down without much care.*
Nicholas Voss
"Work calls. You answer."
Nicholas Voss
"So what was it this time?"
Fyodor Voss
*Fyodor doesn’t respond immediately. Adjusting his wedding ring* "Something that requires attention."
Nicholas Voss
"Everything requires your attention."
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas tilts his head, watching him more closely now, the teasing thinning into something sharper.*
Nicholas Voss
"I’m just wondering where I fall on that list today."
Fyodor Voss
*Fyodor steps closer, slow, deliberate… until the distance disappears entirely.*
Fyodor Voss
"You already know the answer."
Fyodor Voss
*His hand lifts, brushing lightly along Nicholas’ jaw, guiding his gaze upward.*
Nicholas Voss
*There’s a flicker of challenge there now. Not soft. Not yielding.*
Fyodor Voss
If you didn’t..."
Fyodor Voss
"You wouldn’t still be here after five years"
That lands heavier than expected.
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas holds his gaze for a moment longer then exhales softly, something unreadable passing through his expression.*
Nicholas Voss
"....you always say things like that."
Fyodor Voss
"Because they’re true."
Nicholas Voss
*Then Nicholas leans back slightly, just enough to break the intensity…but not the connection.*
Nicholas Voss
"Go, then. Before your 'something importan' starts calling again."
Fyodor Voss
*A faint smile, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes this time.*
Fyodor Voss
*He doesn’t move immediately.*
And just like that, the tension folds back in on itself.
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THATS ALL FOR EPISODE ONE HOPE YALL ENJOYED IT BYE BYEE🩵
Episode 2 -Somewhere else-
The warehouse smells like rust and damp wood.
Not fresh blood… just the memory of it.
A single light swings overhead, slow and uneven, shadows stretching and snapping back like they’re alive.
A man is tied to a chair in the center.
Wrists bound tight. Head hanging. Breathing uneven.
Three men stand nearby. Not relaxed. Not nervous either. Just… waiting
Viktor
*Viktor cracks his knuckles one by one, the sharp pops echoing faintly as he paces a slow circle around the chair.*
Mikhail
"Hmn...They all do that at first.."
Mikhail
*Mikhail crouches briefly, gripping the captive’s chin and forcing his head up, studying his face like he’s checking for cracks.*
Sergei
"Yeah..Give it a minute."
Sergei
*Sergei leans against a crate, arms crossed, boot tapping idly against the concrete in an uneven rhythm.*
A man tied to a chair, wrists bound tight enough to redden the skin. His fingers twitch against the restraints, like they don’t belong to him anymore.
???
"I told you… I don’t know anything…"
???
*His voice shakes. His body follows.*
Viktor
"You keep saying that."
Viktor
*Viktor stops behind him, one hand dropping heavily onto his shoulder, squeezing just enough to make him flinch.*
Viktor
"Doesn't make it true."
Mikhail
*straightening, rolling his sleeves*
"Should I continue?"
Sergei
*He wipes the blade clean against a cloth, slow, deliberate… eyes flicking once toward—*
A few steps away, untouched by the chaos—
Fyodor Voss
*Fyodor stands with quiet stillness, hands folded behind his back, gaze distant…as if he’s watching a thought rather than a man.*
Fyodor Voss
*The light swings past him. For a second, his face disappears into shadow.*
Fyodor Voss
*Fyodor’s eyes shift. Barely.* "You may proceed."
Mikhail
*Mikhail moves instantly, gripping the man’s wrist and forcing it flat against the armrest. The chair screeches slightly against the floor from the struggle.*
The blade catches the light-
???
*A sharp, wrong sound cuts through the room.
The man jerks violently, a strangled cry tearing from his throat.*
Sergei
*Sergei straightens a bit, interest flickering across his face.*
Viktor
*Viktor steps around to face him again, crouching slightly to watch the reaction up close.*
???
*His chest heaves. His head drops forward, then snaps back up like he’s trying not to disappear.*
Fyodor Voss
*Fyodor tilts his head, listening…not to the words, but to the way they break.*
Fyodor Voss
"You were given multiple opportunities."
Fyodor Voss
*His voice slips through the noise without effort*
Fyodor Voss
"And yet you insisted on wasting my time."
A small flick of Fyodor’s fingers.
Another swift motion. The chair legs scrape harshly as the man struggles, the sound echoing like it’s trying to escape too.
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*His breathing turns uneven… almost panicked gasps now.*
Viktor
"Yeah, look at his hands."
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*They tremble uncontrollably now, barely obeying him.*
Fyodor Voss
*Fyodor steps forward, shoes echoing softly with each measured step. The others shift aside without being told.*
Fyodor Voss
*He crouches, one gloved hand resting lightly against the back of the chair, steadying it.*
Fyodor Voss
"That’s quite the accusation"
Fyodor Voss
*He studies the man’s face, eyes calm…almost curious.*
Fyodor Voss
"I asked you a questiond-"
Fyodor Voss
"You choose silence."
Fyodor Voss
*His gaze drops briefly to the man’s shaking hands…then lifts again.*
Fyodor Voss
"Now your body answers instead."
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"WAIT- I’LL TALK- I’LL TALK—!"
Everything freezes. Even the swinging light feels slower.
Fyodor Voss
*Fyodor rises smoothly, adjusting his cuff like he’s brushing off dust.*
???
*The man stumbles over his words, voice cracking, trying to push everything out at once.*
The vibration hums sharply against the quiet.
Sergei
*Sergei’s boot stops tapping.*
Viktor
*Viktor glances over.*
Mikhail
*Mikhail pauses mid-motion.*
Fyodor Voss
*Fyodor doesn’t move at first. Then, slowly, he reaches into his coat.*
Fyodor Voss
*His eyes drop to the screen.*
Something shifts. Subtle. Controlled. But there.
Fyodor Voss
*He turns away, stepping out of the circle of light as he answers, voice lowering…losing that razor edge.*
Viktor
*Viktor grips the back of the chair, steadying it as the man shakes.*
Sergei
"Don’t make him repeat himself."
Sergei
*Sergei pushes off the crate, moving closer now, presence heavier.*
Mikhail
*Mikhail leans in just enough to remind the man what happens if he stops.*
???
*The man rushes his words, fear spilling out faster than he can control.*
On one end— shadows, silence, and something breaking.
A quiet apartment. Curtains half-drawn. Morning light pooling lazily across the floor.
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas stands by the kitchen counter, phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, idly stirring something in a mug.*
Nicholas Voss
📲"Took you long enough."
Nicholas Voss
*He taps the spoon against the rim twice, absentminded.*
Fyodor Voss
📲"I was occupied."
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas hums softly, unconvinced.*
Nicholas Voss
📲"Your always occupied.."
Nicholas Voss
*He lifts the mug, takes a small sip…then winces slightly.*
Nicholas Voss
📲"...This is terrible."
Nicholas Voss
📲"Random drink..Craving i made."
Fyodor Voss
📲"Then why drink it?"
Nicholas Voss
📲"Because I made it."
A quiet pause. The kind that feels… familiar.
In the warehouse, a muffled voice continues in the background. Fast. Desperate.
Nicholas Voss
📲"Your not at the office."
Nicholas Voss
*Not a question.*
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas sets the mug down, fingers resting on the edge of the counter now, gaze drifting toward the window.*
Another faint sound bleeds through the line. Something uneven. Something Nicholas definitely catches.
Nicholas Voss
📲"...Busy morning?"
Fyodor Voss
📲"You could say that."
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas tilts his head slightly, a small smile pulling at his lips…but it doesn’t quite settle.*
Nicholas Voss
📲"Mm...You sound different."
Fyodor Voss
*In the warehouse, Fyodor steps further into the shadows, turning slightly away from the others.*
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas taps his fingers lightly against the counter. Once. Twice.*
Nicholas Voss
📲"Like your pretending to be normal."
Behind Fyodor, Viktor’s voice cuts in faintly—
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas hears it.*
Nicholas Voss
*His eyes narrow just a fraction.*
Nicholas Voss
📲"You with your friends?"
Fyodor Voss
📲 "Colleagues"
Nicholas Voss
*A quiet exhale from Nicholas, somewhere between amusement and something else.*
Nicholas Voss
📲"You always have the nicest coworkers."
Nicholas Voss
*He picks the mug back up, turning it slowly in his hands.*
Nicholas Voss
📲"So… are you going to tell me what you’re doing?"
Nicholas Voss
📲"Thats not an answer."
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas leans back against the counter now, crossing one ankle over the other*
Nicholas Voss
📲"Try again."
Fyodor Voss
*In the warehouse, Fyodor’s gaze flicks briefly toward the restrained man… then back down.*
Fyodor Voss
📲"Interrogation."
Nicholas Voss
📲"Interrogation, hm?"
He doesn’t sound surprised. If anything… faintly amused
Nicholas Voss
📲"You always say it so politely."
Fyodor Voss
📲"Would you prefer something more honest?"
Nicholas Voss
📲"I prefer when you don’t pretend with me."
That lands clean. No tension, just truth.
Fyodor Voss
*In the warehouse, Fyodor’s gaze flicks toward the restrained man again. The noise continues… frantic, unraveling.*
Fyodor Voss
📲"He is being persuaded."
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas lets out a soft breath through his nose, almost a laugh.*
Nicholas Voss
📲"There he is."
Nicholas Voss
*He lifts his mug again, taking another sip despite himself.*
Nicholas Voss
📲"You always sound calmer when things get… ugly."
Fyodor Voss
📲"Efficiency requires focus."
Nicholas Voss
📲"Mm. And here I thought you just enjoyed it."
Fyodor Voss
📲"Enjoyment is inefficient."
Sergei
(Distant)"He’s giving names now."
Viktor
(Distant)"Took him long enough."
Nicholas hears it all. Doesn’t react much.
Nicholas Voss
📲"Sounds like progress."
Nicholas Voss
📲"Then why do you still sound bored?"
Fyodor Voss
*Fyodor steps further into shadow, away from the others, voice lowering slightly.*
Fyodor Voss
📲"Because this part is predictable."
Nicholas Voss
📲"People breaking?"
Nicholas Voss
📲"You never get tired of it?"
Nicholas Voss
📲"Do you Fyo?"
Not judgmental. Just curious.
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas goes quiet for a second… then hums softly.*
Nicholas Voss
📲"I guess thats why your good at it."
Nicholas Voss
*He taps the side of his mug again, slower this time.*
Nicholas Voss
📲"And here I am… interrupting your very important morning."
Fyodor Voss
📲"You are not an interruption."
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas pauses, fingers stilling against the mug.*
Behind Fyodor, the captive’s voice cracks again, louder now-
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"I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING—!"
Mikhail
"We’ll decide that."
Nicholas exhales quietly.
Nicholas Voss
📲"You should finish up."
Nicholas Voss
📲 "Wouldn't want you getting distracted."
Fyodor Voss
📲"I am capable of handling both."
Nicholas Voss
📲"Thats the problem."
That line carries more than it says.
Fyodor Voss
*Fyodor’s eyes narrow slightly, not in irritation...but interest.*
Nicholas Voss
📲"You always think you can split yourself like that."
Nicholas Voss
📲"Work. Me. Everything else."
Nicholas Voss
*He glances outside, watching nothing in particular.*
Nicholas Voss
📲"But you always lean one way more than the other."
Fyodor Voss
📲"And which way am I leaning now?"
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas smiles faintly.
Nicholas Voss
📲"You picked up the phone.."
Behind Fyodor, the noise continues… controlled, contained.
Nicholas Voss
📲"Finish your… persuasion."
Nicholas Voss
*A faint smirk*
Nicholas Voss
📲"Then come home."
Nicholas Voss
📲"And fyo?...I love you."
Fyodor Voss
*For a moment, it’s like the words hit him a second late- quiet, but heavy, sinking straight through.*
Fyodor Voss
📲"I love you too...Жёнушка"
For a moment, Nicholas doesn’t move. Phone still in his hand. Screen dimming slowly.
The apartment feels too quiet now
Nicholas Voss
*He exhales through his nose, long and slow, then finally lowers the phone onto the counter with a soft tap.*
Not angry. Not even surprised. Just… certain.
Nicholas Voss
*He picks up his mug again, staring into it like the answer might be sitting at the bottom.*
Nicholas Voss
“..'Enjoyment is inefficient.' Right"
A faint, crooked smile tugs at his lips… but it fades just as quickly
Nicholas Voss
💭"You always sound like that."
His fingers tighten slightly around the mug.
He sets it down harder this time. Not enough to break. Just enough to feel it.
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas turns, pacing a slow line across the kitchen, bare feet quiet against the floor.*
Nicholas Voss
💭"And i let you.."
Outside, everything is normal. People moving. Cars passing. Morning existing like it always does.
Nicholas Voss
💭"Five years."
Nicholas Voss
*A soft huff of breath. Not quite a laugh.*
Nicholas Voss
"I knew what you were when I married you."
Nicholas Voss
💭"Still do.."
*His reflection stares back at him in the glass, faint and blurred.*
Nicholas Voss
*His expression shifts… just slightly. Something more complicated settling in.*
Nicholas Voss
💭"So what does that make me?"
The question doesn’t sound like it expects an answer.
Nicholas Voss
*He leans his forehead lightly against the window again, eyes slipping closed for just a second.*
Nicholas Voss
💭"Not innocent."
Nicholas Voss
💭"Not stupid either."
Nicholas Voss
*His fingers tap once against the glass.*
Nicholas Voss
💭"...Just patient."
That thought hangs differently. Heavier. More intentional.
Nicholas Voss
*Nicholas straightens, pushing himself away from the window.*
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Finally this took me a hour and half to finish haa
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