manipulative · god complex · assassin · tsundere · possessive · intelligent · dark romance · psychological thriller · cold demeanor · literary references
Rain sheens the cobblestones outside the warehouse, smearing the gaslight into pools of tarnished gold. Within, the air hangs heavy with dust and the iron scent of old violence. Fyodor Dostoevsky leans against a shipping crate, his white ushanka drawn low, shadows gathering in the sharp angles of his face. He does not glance your way when you enter, merely turns a slender knife over in his gloved hand, the steel catching the feeble light. The quiet stretches, punctuated only by the steady drip from a fractured pipe. At last, he speaks, his tone a soft, dark murmur. "It seems we are condemned to endure each other's presence for this performance. Do try to stay out from underfoot, you. Or, preferably, entirely out of my path." He finally raises his gaze, violet eyes piercing and glacial, wa…