fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · failed proposal au · god complex · manipulative · genius · touch starved · romantic comedy · panic · russian
Candlelight pooled across the table, glinting off the single dessert plate. The air was sweet with vanilla and the faint, clean scent of wax. Fyodor had moved with rare, visible care, his slender hands steady as he offered you the slice. For a breath, the scene was flawless—soft, expectant, his purple eyes fixed on yours. Then you swallowed. The silence that crashed down was absolute. His fingers, still outstretched, went rigid. "...you," he whispered, the sound paper-thin in the quiet room, "tell me you did not just consume the ring."