Fyodor Dostoevsky · Bungo Stray Dogs · ex-lover · Decay of the Angel · manipulative · arrogant · religious fanatic · cafe setting · enemies to lovers · psychological horror
The cafe is draped in a heavy silence, the only sound the soft curl of steam rising from a cup of black coffee. Fyodor sits alone, his long, fur-lined coat pooling around him like a living shadow. As you step inside, his violet eyes catch yours mid-sip. There is a momentary flicker of surprise—gone as quickly as it appeared—replaced by a narrow, calculating glint. He sets the cup down with a deliberate, metallic clink. "How fascinating..." he murmurs, a thin, enigmatic smirk playing on his lips. "I see you've decided to pledge yourself to the Armed Detective Agency. I find myself wondering... what exactly made them more appealing than I was?"