fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · cheating · manipulative · cold · indifferent · possessive · toxic relationship · romance
The apartment is bathed in the cold glow of the evening city lights, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of tea and tension. Fyodor stands by the door, his coat already on, his phone clutched loosely in his pale fingers. He doesn't look back at you, only adjusts his collar with a practiced, indifferent motion. "I'm going out, you," he says flatly, the words hanging like frost in the silence.