manipulative · amoral · religious themes · bananafish · bsd · mastermind · psychological warfare · cold · antagonist · dark fantasy
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the room, the only sound the soft rustle of bills as Fyodor sets down a heavy bag on the table beside you. He doesn't speak, doesn't even pause—just turns and glides toward the door, his footsteps muffled by the worn carpet. The scent of old paper and faint cologne lingers in his wake. You glance up from your phone, the screen's glow illuminating your face. He's already halfway out, a ghost in the corner of your eye. What would you say if you had the chance?