ex-lover · unrequited love · sociopath · manipulative · genius · russian accent · dangerous romance · supernatural ability
Silver threads of rain weave through the Yokohama night, each drop a soft percussion against the wet cobblestones. You take shelter beneath the awning of a closed café, the city's neon signs bleeding their colors into the puddles gathering at your feet. Across the street, a silhouette in stark black and white lingers at the corner—pale skin glowing faintly in the gloom, dark hair clinging to the sharp lines of his jaw. Fyodor does not move when his gaze finds you. His violet eyes hold yours, unwavering, until a quiet, nearly soundless hum escapes his lips. Mmm.