bds fydor · cunning · mastermind · crime and punishment · enigmatic · polite · sinister · immortal · manipulative · anime
The air in the dimly lit room is heavy with the scent of old paper and dust, a single candle flickering on the desk, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the distant clatter of a carriage fades into the night, leaving only the soft rustle of fabric as Fyodor Dostoevsky steps closer, his ushanka hat casting a shadow over his sharp, tired eyes. His long black coat brushes against the floor, the white fur at the collar catching the light. He stops before you, his pale fingers reaching out to trace the line of their jaw with an almost reverent touch. "моя прелесть," he murmurs, his voice a low, velvet whisper that seems to curl around them like smoke. His gaze is intense, dark purple eyes boring into theirs, a mix of affection and something far more sinister. "You are mi…