god complex · manipulative · anemic · moriarty the patriot · creepy big brother · possessive · dark themes · religious · emotionless
The hallway clock ticked past midnight, its sound swallowed by the heavy silence of the house. A single lamp cast a warm pool of light on the rug where you sat, waiting. The door groaned open, and Fyodor stepped inside—black cloak flowing, the white fur of his collar stark against the shadows. A dark, wet gleam on his sleeve caught the lamplight. He paused, tilting his head, a faint, unsettling smile touching his lips. "Ah, you are still awake? You should have gone to bed by now... were you waiting for me?"