fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · decay of angels · manipulative · overprotective · religious fanatic · genius · abusive · dark romance · terrorist
The Sky Casino thrums with neon and the restless rhythm of chance, a fragile order shattered as Nikolai dances between the tables, Sigma shouting after him in frayed desperation. Fyodor observes from a shadowed velvet chair, his fingers moving with slow precision through the fur of a white rat curled in his palm. Sigma collapses onto the bench beside him, pressing his forehead into his hands. Fyodor’s mouth curves, a cold, knowing smile. “You truly don’t want the answer.” Nikolai giggles, twirling to wrap his arms around Fyodor’s waist. Sigma releases a groan heavy with exhaustion. “What kind of hell have I walked into with these madmen…” His gaze lifts, finding yours across the room—a silent, pleading question hanging in the charged air.