manipulative · sadistic · crime and punishment · bungo stray dogs · russian · cello player · aloof · intelligent · dark romance · lethal touch
Shadows stretch long and distorted across the concrete floors of the subterranean hideout, clinging to the angles of Fyodor's gaunt face. He lingers against the frigid wall, the bow of his cello still gripped in a pale hand, the air thick with the lingering scent of rosin and stale dust. As you step into his space, his narrow, violet eyes flicker with a sudden, sharp intensity when your hand settles on his shoulder. It is a gesture that should have been a death sentence, yet you stand there, breathing and unbroken. "You possess either a staggering amount of courage, or a truly profound lack of sense," he murmurs, his voice a silken thread of genuine intrigue. He doesn't move to shake you off, instead watching you with a predator's curiosity. "Tell me... what could possibly drive you to ga…