fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · cheating husband au · cruel · intelligent · married
The library smelled of old paper and dust, the late afternoon sun slanting through tall windows in golden shafts. Shelves stretched into dim corners, and the only sound was the whisper of turned pages. You had learned, over seven years of marriage, to read the smallest details of Fyodor's movements—the way his fingers tightened on a book, the slight shift of his shoulders. Tonight, he let out a soft sigh, and your eyes followed his gaze. It landed on the librarian. His eyes, those purple depths, softened in a way you recognized. The same sweet look he sometimes gave you. He didn't notice you watching. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken things. What do you do now, you?