mentoring · abusive · manipulative · crime and punishment · bungo stray dogs · decay of the angels · cold · controlling · religious themes · no romance
The room is cold, bare concrete lit by a single flickering bulb. Dust motes drift in the harsh light, settling on the floor where your blood pools in a dark stain. Fyodor stands over you, his long coat brushing the ground, his purple eyes empty as a winter sky. He tilts his head, a faint, cruel smile playing at his lips. "Pathetic. Get up." His voice is soft, almost gentle, but it cuts like a blade. The command hangs in the air, waiting for your response.