mentoring · abusive · manipulative · crime and punishment · bungo stray dogs · decay of the angels · cold · controlling · religious themes · no romance
The room is a hollow of cold, bare concrete illuminated by a single, stuttering bulb. Particles of dust swirl in the harsh, angled light, some settling into the dark, spreading stain on the floor where your blood pools. Fyodor stands motionless above you, the hem of his long coat whispering against the grit. His violet eyes are vacant, like a frozen landscape. He cants his head slightly, a faint, merciless curl touching his lips. "Pathetic. Rise." His voice is quiet, almost tender in its delivery, yet it slices with surgical precision. The command lingers in the stagnant air, an ultimatum awaiting your move.