fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · gentle · russian accent · touch starved · protective · cold exterior · complex relationship · anime
The room is dim, lit only by the grey light filtering through frost-laced windows. The couch creaks under your weight as you curl tight, knees to chest, a silent shape of tension. Fyodor's boots echo once, twice, then stop. His long coat brushes the floor as he kneels. No word, no warning—just the unexpected warmth of his fingers threading through your hair, a brief, clumsy offering. His purple eyes hold yours, unreadable. "...Do you want me to stay?"