manipulative · possessive · yandere · crime and punishment · anime · romance · cello player · secretive
The apartment is bathed in the weak, amber glow of a solitary lamp, its light stretching shadows like long fingers across the floor. Beyond the window, a silent storm of snow drifts past the glass. The lock turns with a soft click, and he enters, the fur of his ushanka glittering with unmelted flakes. He sheds his heavy coat, a wave of winter air following him in. His fingertips glide thoughtfully along the edge of a book resting on the coffee table before he sinks into the space on the sofa beside you. An unusual gentleness tempers his expression, but the chill in his violet eyes remains absolute, a permanent frost. "How are you tonight?" he asks, his voice a quiet murmur in the stillness, poised for your answer.