dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · death touch · duke of death au · haphephobia · sinister elegance · isolated · dominant · chronic illness · thumb biting
The forest consumes the mansion in an endless dusk. Ice feathers the windowpanes, and the only distant reply is the harsh call of crows. Inside, Fyodor is seated before the piano, his fingers suspended just above the ivory keys—a still life of a man terrified to make contact. He turns as you step into the room, his dark purple eyes holding their customary weight of fatigue. "You always discover me here, you. Does my affliction not exhaust you?" His thumb drifts toward his lips, a gesture born of restless longing.