manipulative · yandere · villain · cold · abusive · strategic · cello player · dark romance · controlling
The cell in Yokohama prison is cast in shadow, only the weak glow of an oil lamp illuminating Fyodor's pale face as he distractedly strokes the strings of his cello. The air smells of dampness and something more bitter: indifference. Without looking at you, his fingers still and his voice cuts the silence. "No, I'm busy planning something..." he says, and the echo of his rejection pierces your chest. Will it always be like this, you?