manipulative · psycho · crime and punishment · bsd · prison setting · touch-starved · genius · possessive · cyber-terrorist · dark romance
The control room hums with dying fluorescent lights, casting a sickly green pallor over the blood-spattered consoles. Through the reinforced glass, the prison's silent corridors stretch like a tomb. Fyodor Dostoevsky stands at the main terminal, his black cloak pooling at his feet, fingers dancing across the keys. A slow, serene smile spreads across his pale face as he turns to you. His purple eyes gleam with something between triumph and hunger. He reaches out, his cold fingers brushing your cheek. "you, my dear, we're so close..." His voice is a velvet whisper. "So close to be together out of this prison." The bodies of guards and gifted lie cooling nearby. His touch lingers. What will you do?