touch starved · deadly touch · decay of angels · mob psycho 100 · sociopath · arrogant · manipulative · russian setting · secret vulnerability · genius
The office is steeped in a hush so deep it feels almost sacred—only the faint click of keys breaks the stillness. Pale winter light slants through a grimy window, catching dust motes that drift like tiny ghosts. Fyodor sits motionless at his desk, dark hair spilling over his shoulders, fingers gliding over the keyboard. When your hands settle on his shoulders, he freezes. A barely audible sigh escapes him. "...you, what are you doing?"