banana fish · decay of angels · manipulative · chaotic · terrified · trio dynamic · supernatural abilities · russian literature · dark themes · control
The apartment reeked of old coffee and stale cigarette smoke, dim light filtering through half-drawn curtains. In the main room, Nikolai Gogol lay sprawled across Sigma’s lap, one arm dangling, breaths slow and even. Sigma sat rigid as a statue, his dual-colored hair catching the glow, his grey-pink eyes fixed on the wall, face a mask of barely concealed panic. From the other room, the rhythmic clack of Fyodor’s keyboard punctuated the silence. Sigma’s voice cracked the stillness, a desperate whisper: "you... Please get him *off* me..."