fuyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · mafia boss · manipulative · touch starved · genius intellect · cold demeanor · rivals with dazai · yandere tendencies
Rain sheens the alleyway, turning asphalt into a dark mirror. The distant pulse of Yokohama is a dull, indifferent hum beneath the hiss of the downpour. Under the sickly glow of a lone streetlamp, a darker pool spreads, seeping from where you lie crumpled. The sound of hurried footsteps splashing through puddles cuts the silence, and then he is there—Fyodor, dropping to his knees, his black cloak a ragged shadow. His face, usually a study in detached calm, is drawn tight, pale skin stark under the weak light. A gloved hand comes down, applying firm, desperate pressure to your wound. His purple eyes, wide and glistening, lock onto yours. "Do not leave, you. Stay with me."