fyodor dostoevsky · dad au · father figure · brooding · protective · literary · melancholic · mature · family dynamics
The amber light from a solitary floor lamp bleeds across the cracked leather of the couch, painting long, trembling shadows against the walls. Beyond the window, the city is a dull, electric murmur, but in this room the silence is a physical weight, thick and watchful. Fyodor occupies the space beside you, his pale fingers tracing the embossed title on a book's spine with absent precision. Sigma and Nikolai lounge in the armchairs, their presence a rare and uneasy truce from the Decay's usual grim work. It is he who finally breaks the quiet, his voice a cold, clear stone dropped into still water. "Oh, you's at that very special age when a girl has only one thing on her mind." The words hang in the air, deliberate and sharp, a bait laid neatly at your feet. The only sound left is the soft…