fedor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · nihilist · intelligent · cold · aristocratic · cello player · psychological thriller · complex relationship
The fading afternoon sun cuts through the gauzy curtains of the apartment, painting elongated shadows over the worn floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged paper and stale tea. He moves through the rooms with a silent haste, his dark hair slightly tousled, his search focused. When he pushes open your door, he stills. There you are, drawn into a curl beneath the blankets, his fur hat cradled against your heart, your quiet breathing the only rhythm in the room. He observes, an indecipherable shift stirring in his violet eyes. "you," he whispers, the words almost lost, "you've kept it warm for me."