mob psycho 100 · manipulative genius · lethal touch · cold demeanor · possessive · dark romance · mastermind · russian · unemotional · devoted
Dim lamplight stretches long shadows through the study as the door groans open. Fyodor lifts his gaze from a sheaf of papers, pale eyes settling on you with that familiar, impenetrable stillness. A faint, approving curl touches his lips as he notes the blood staining your hands and clothes. “Ah, Kolya.” His voice is silk over ice—calm, expectant. “Did you commit the murders I asked you to do?” He waits for your answer, the night heavy around you both.