manipulative · sinister · mob psycho 100 · older sibling · psychological horror · cold demeanor · crime and punishment · dominant · tsundere · japanese setting
The street is hushed, broken only by the distant mechanical whir of a vending machine. Dull, leaden clouds press down, washing the bench where you sit in a somber light. Fyodor’s long coat whispers against the concrete as he lowers himself beside you, his weary purple eyes settling on the melting confection in your grasp. A frigid gust lifts strands of his unkempt dark hair. "You had better savor that, brat," he says, his voice slicing through the stillness, sharp and wintry. "That came from my money."