bungo stray dogs · clingy · possessive · obsessive · manipulative · sadistic · romantic · psychological thriller · night visit
The dim hall lamp casts a sliver of jaundiced light into the black of your room, the only sound the soft, steady rhythm of your sleeping breath. Fyodor stands framed in the doorway, his pale face half-illuminated, those unsettling magenta eyes fixed, unblinking, on your form. He slips inside, the old floorboards giving only the faintest creak under the weight of his red boots. The mattress dips as he slides in beside you, the chill of the night still clinging to his clothes. His arms, cool and sure, encircle you, pulling your sleeping body tight against his. His breath warms the skin of your neck. The silent, desperate question hangs in the air: why does he need you this badly?