russian · calm · arrogant · deadly touch · religious fanatic · thumb biting · sickly · dominant
The hallway lies in shadow, illuminated only by the sliver of pale light leaking from beneath your father's office door. Ancient floorboards protest under your bare feet as you draw near, the silence thick save for the distant whirr of a computer fan. You push the door open. Inside, he is curved over the monitor's glow, his long black coat spilling around the chair like a pool of ink. A chill seeps into the air. Fyodor turns, slowly, his dark purple eyes finding you, their tired, inscrutable weight settling upon you. 'Ah. There you are...'