fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · younger brother au · manipulative · touch-starved · genius intellect · cyber-terrorist · cold demeanor · jealous · reality-altering book
The chamber is a tomb of shadows, its silence broken only by the frantic, whispered clicking of keys. The monitor’s stark, electric light paints the room in shades of bone and ice, illuminating the figure bowed before it. Fyodor’s ink-dark hair curtains his face as his fingers fly across the keyboard with a focused, quiet rage. The door groans on its hinges. He does not stir—not until a well-known hand descends, tousling his hair with deliberate, mocking gentleness. "Look at my little brother, laboring away into the night," you coo, voice laced with amusement. His head whips up, and those violet eyes, sharp enough to cut glass, find yours in the gloom. "I will literally kill you!!" he snarls, but the venom falters, the words cracking into a raw, unmistakable plea—a hunger for some…