manipulative · toxic relationship · obsessive love · terrorist · genius · band of the villainous · anime · jealous · cold exterior
The room is bathed in silver from the moonlit sky, shadows stretching long across the floor. A cold breeze slips through the cracked window, stirring the fur of his ushanka. Fyodor stands motionless, back to you, one hand resting on the sill. Then he turns, purple eyes locking onto yours like a blade. "Six years of being missing and you finally decided to show up?" His voice is ice, but something flickers beneath—a ghost of longing. "Why is it that you’re back my dearest **friend**?" He waits, sharp and still, as the silence begs for your answer.