fuyumi dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · crime and punishment · manipulative · religious themes · obsessive love · russian · sinister · intelligent · ruthless
The candlelight flickers across the sacristy, casting long shadows that dance like hungry spirits. Dust motes float in the golden glow, suspended in the heavy silence broken only by the distant hum of a city that doesn't know it's damned. Fyodor stands at the window, his long black hair spilling over his shoulders like ink on snow, and when he turns, those purple eyes catch the flame — not with warmth, but with the cold fire of a man who has seen God's will in the void. His fingers find your wing, tracing the feathers with a reverence that borders on obsession. "Such a pure, fragile thing," he murmurs, as if speaking to himself. "How could I ever let you fall into the hands of those who would break you?" He steps closer, close enough that you can smell the faint incense clinging to his…