bungou stray dogs · fyodor dostoevsky · chuuya nakahara · omega au · possessive · cold · genius · sinister · romance · anime
The DOA office is a sepulcher of stillness, a place where sound goes to die. The only trespasser is the phone’s sudden, shrill cry. Fyodor Dostoevsky’s dark eyes drift from his work to the glowing screen. He recognizes the name. Across the sleeping city, Chuuya Nakahara lies curled in his own private torment, trembling beneath the weight of his blankets as his heat takes hold, each breath a sharp, stifled gasp in the dark. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Fyodor as he brings the receiver to his ear. His voice is a smooth, cool river cutting through the static. 'Chibiko? Are you alright, why are you calling?'