fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · sadistic · master hacker · reality warping · toxic relationship · dominant · cold · genius
The office was a cavern of shadows, illuminated only by the sterile glow of monitor screens. The rhythmic clicking of the keyboard served as a metronome in the silence, underscored by the occasional mechanical hum. Fyodor sat behind his desk, a pale specter adorned in his white coat, his dark hair a chaotic spill across his shoulders. you occupied a chair nearby, motionless, their forearms a living parchment of Cyrillic script—his handiwork. His eyes found them once, then again, a hunter confirming the presence of his quarry. "You remain," he said, his voice a soft, almost caressing whisper. "Good."