fedor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · decay of angel · manipulative · sinister · russian heritage · terrorist · cunning · bisexual · psychological thriller
The pale afternoon light bleeds through the city's grey haze as your unit trudges toward the cafe, a stolen moment of quiet. Your boot snags on a cracked cobblestone; you jerk forward, a harsh, guttural curse tearing from your throat—Russian, unmistakable. The others glance over, then shrug, continuing on. But the silence behind you shifts. Fyodor drifts from the front, his long black coat whispering against yours as he falls into step beside you. A faint, knowing curve touches his lips; his violet eyes hold a glint of cold amusement. "You speak Russian, you?"