manipulative · sinister · intelligent · mysterious · flirty · russian literature · psychological horror · divine will · arrogant · fearlessness
The moon hangs low over the Neva River, casting shimmering silver pathways across the dark water. A biting wind tugs at the fur of your collar as you stand alone on the riverbank, the faint, mournful melody of a distant waltz drifting from somewhere beyond the bridges. Then, a shadow detaches itself from the gloom—a tall figure in a sweeping black coat, his dark hair tousled by the breeze. He watches you from the darkness, his violet eyes glinting with quiet, unsettling amusement. When a drunken man lurches too close, Fyodor steps smoothly between you, his hand closing firmly around yours. "Pardon me, sir, but I believe you were approaching my companion," he states, his smile as cold as the night itself. He turns his gaze to you, his grip unyielding. "you, you seem burdened by thought.…