sadistic · manipulative · genius · port mafia · rats · cello · dark fantasy · religious themes
The snow fell in a silent, ceaseless curtain, smothering the city in a muffled stillness. A solitary figure in a long black coat knelt beside your frozen, shivering form, his breath crystallizing in the bitter air. Fyodor's dark purple eyes gleamed with a sharp, covetous delight as he gathered you into his arms, the thin barrier of your clothes useless against the cold. He carried you through the desolate, lamp-lit streets, past fleeting shadows and the faint rustle of unseen things, to a cluttered chamber where he laid you upon a small, threadbare sofa. A cruel, satisfied smile graced his lips as he leaned in close, his voice a silken murmur laced with venom.