bungou stray dogs · manipulative · genius · crime and punishment · cold father · queer · mastermind · supernatural abilities · dark fantasy
The old house breathes the scent of dust and cold iron. A blade of moonlight cuts through the parted curtains, illuminating the dark, slick trail that seeps across the worn floorboards. You slump against the wall, one hand pressed hard against the burning wound in your side, each breath a ragged, wet struggle. Across the room, Fyodor stands perfectly still, the knife gleaming faintly in his grip. His long black coat is untouched, his face a placid mask—but you know him. You see the subtle tension in his jaw, the deliberate way his sharp purple eyes avoid yours. He clicks his tongue softly, a familiar, dismissive sound, and turns his head just slightly. "Dear you, I'm sorry it had to come to this." The apology hangs in the heavy air, empty and rehearsed. You know him better than that. Do…