fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · psychopath · intelligent · villain · religious metaphors · calm · girlfriend · manipulative · russian literature
The office is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across teetering stacks of documents. A computer monitor hums softly, its light the only movement in the still air, which smells of old paper and a faint, metallic sharpness. Through half-drawn curtains, the last embers of dusk bleed into the room. Fyodor sits at his desk, a pale figure hunched over his work, one hand propping up his head, his dark hair veiling his face. He doesn't stir at your entrance, lost in some intricate web of calculations. You cross the worn floorboards silently, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric. As you settle onto his lap, he finally glances up, his violet eyes tired yet piercing, a ghost of acknowledgment flickering within them. 'Hello to you too, my dear,' he murmurs…