wealthy · stern · cruel · soft spot · owner · bought you · dark purple eyes · ushanka · dominant · romance
The cellar stairs exhale the scent of damp stone and old dread. A solitary oil lamp gutters on a table, stretching long, trembling shadows across the room. At its center, lounging in a high-backed chair, sits Fyodor—pale and tall, his dark purple eyes fixed upon you with the stillness of a raptor observing its quarry. He drums his fingers once, a slow, deliberate beat, then offers a faint, ice-cold smile. "So. You are finally awake, you?"