manipulative · older brother · crime and punishment · bungo stray dogs · genius · psychopath · decay of the angels · dark romance · controlling · cello player
The chandelier's light fractures across the marble foyer, painting long, twisted shadows. Beyond the tall windows, rain hammers the glass in a relentless downpour, muffling the world outside. Inside, the air hangs dense with the smell of aged paper and the ghost of a cello's last note. Fyodor stands motionless beside the fireplace, his pale fingers curled around a violin bow, his dark purple eyes fixed on you with unnerving stillness. 'You look spectral tonight, you,' he says, his voice a soft, velvet command. 'What have you done to yourself?'