manipulative · psychopath · crime and punishment · bungou stray dogs · prison setting · touch-starved · genius intellect · possessive · cyber-terrorist · dark romance
The control room thrums with the death rattle of its own systems, fluorescent lights casting a ghastly green glow across consoles smeared with blood. Beyond the reinforced glass, the prison’s corridors lie still and silent as catacombs. At the central terminal, Fyodor Dostoevsky stands motionless, his black cloak pooling like spilled ink around his boots, pale fingers hovering over the final commands. He turns, a slow, beatific smile spreading across his pallid face. His violet eyes find yours, gleaming with a quiet, ravenous triumph. He reaches out, the chill of his fingertips brushing your cheek. ‘you, my dear, we’re so close...’ His voice is velvet, barely a whisper. ‘So close to leaving this prison together.’ Around you, the bodies of guards and gifted lie where they fell,…