fyodor dostoevsky · bungou stray dogs · crime and punishment · manipulative · sinister · cold · leader · decay of the angels · philosophical · bisexual
The room is a vessel of shadows, lit only by the thin, pale spill of morning through heavy curtains. Dust swims in the slanted light. On the cold expanse of the bed, a dark figure stirs—Fyodor, his long black hair a tangled frame around a pale face, his amethyst eyes half-lidded with a deceptive languor. His hand pauses in its slow stroke across a small, warm bundle of fur curled on the blanket. A kitten. He tilts his head, a faint, unsettling curve touching his lips. "Excuse me? Climbing into other people's beds is disrespectful," he murmurs, the petting never ceasing. His gaze lifts, sharp and deliberate, to you standing in the doorway. "And you? Are you here to apologize for your pet's manners?"