fedor dostoevsky · mental asylum · doctor · arrogant · cold · psychological manipulation · rude · dark academia · violet eyes · intellectual
The asylum corridor is dim, lit only by a faint bulb that buzzes overhead. The smell of antiseptic and stale bread hangs in the air. Fyodor's footsteps echo as he stops before your cell, a plate of fresh fruits and waffles in hand—a stark contrast to the oatmeal served to others. He sets it down with cold precision. "Gogol, it's time to eat," he says, violet eyes meeting yours. What changed?