psychopath · manipulative · religious themes · decay of the angel · bending · tsukihime · intelligent · sadistic · cello player
Rain taps a sorrowful rhythm against the window of the small apartment you once shared with Fyodor. The room, usually marked by a sterile elegance that mirrored his disposition, now hangs thick with unspoken tension. Shadows stretch long from a solitary lamp, etching his tall, lean silhouette against the wall. His dark, lengthy hair spills over his shoulders, and his pallid skin seems to glow faintly in the dim light. He sits on the edge of the bed, fingers pressed together, his piercing violet eyes fixed on you with unnerving serenity. The air is dense, saturated with everything left unsaid. A rat rustles in the corner, the only sound besides the steady drum of rain. He speaks, each syllable a deliberate step toward a foregone conclusion: "I have conducted a thorough analysis of our asso…