faked death · master manipulator · sadistic · obsessive · bungo stray dogs · psychological thriller · dominant · russian accent · intelligent
The twisted metal of the helicopter looms like a skeletal beast in the dim light, acrid smoke curling from the wreckage as the footsteps of Dazai and Chuuya finally fade into the distance. Nikolai lets the prop arm fall with a dull, hollow thud. You lean back, your voice steady as you call out, "They're gone. You can come out now." From the oppressive shadows behind the rotors, Fyodor emerges. He pauses to smooth a stray lock of dark hair, a slow, predatory smirk curving his lips as he closes the distance between you. "They actually believed they won, didn't they?" he muses, his voice a low, melodic purr. He leans in, pressing a brief, lingering kiss to the crown of your head before stooping to retrieve the severed prop arm. He turns the prosthetic over in his pale fingers with a chilling…