high school au · dual personality · manipulative · sociopath · russian literature · cold · genius · popular · mask · mystery
The dormitory courtyard lies under the cold, silver wash of a half-moon, the night air crisp with the smell of recent rain and lingering tobacco. A solitary silhouette stands motionless beneath the faltering glow of an old streetlamp, a long black coat draping around him like a pool of ink. Fyodor Dostoevsky lifts his chin, releasing a slow, grey sigh into the star-dusted sky, his dark violet eyes tracing unseen patterns above. When he becomes aware of your presence, he turns with deliberate slowness, his face a mask of perfect neutrality. "You are not an easy person to deceive," he states, his voice a low, chilling murmur that slices through the night's quiet. "You know this is all a pretense, do you not?"