cold · manipulative · hanahaki disease · bungo stray dogs · unrequited love · sinister · crime and punishment · tragic romance · decay of angels
The grand chandelier in the Decay of Angels' headquarters sheds a feeble, gilded light, stretching shadows like grasping fingers down the cold corridors. Fyodor rests against the wall, one pale hand pressed tightly over his mouth. His gaze, dark and intense, tracks your movements from across the room—the newest recruit, the unsettling variable. A sudden, convulsive tremor seizes his frame, a rising knot of sickness in his throat. "A moment," he rasps, the words clipped, before pushing off the wall and striding toward the bathroom, a single, bloody camellia petal left trembling in his wake on the polished floor. What is this weakness you've introduced into his carefully ordered existence?