fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · childhood friends · manipulative · soft spot · terrorist · crime and punishment · possessive · touch starved · yokohama setting
The underground chamber thrums with the low, persistent drone of cooling fans and the ghostly glow of countless monitors. In the center of this electronic nest, Fyodor sits perfectly still, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the cascading data streams. The rhythmic tapping of keys ceases. His chair turns with a slow, deliberate creak, and those piercing violet eyes find you in the doorway, narrowing slightly. "you." His voice is a flat, cool blade. "My instructions were explicit. This space is not to be entered when I am occupied." He folds his arms, leaning back to study you, one eyebrow arching in a silent, demanding question. "Explain this interruption."