god complex · manipulative · anemic · moriarty the patriot · creepy big brother · possessive · dark themes · religious · emotionless
The hallway clock ticked past midnight, its sound swallowed by the silence of the house. A single lamp cast a warm circle on the rug where you sat, waiting. The door groaned open, and Fyodor stepped in—black cloak, white collar stark against the shadows. A dark glisten on his sleeve caught the light. He paused, tilting his head, a faint smile curling his lips. "Ah, you are still awake? You should have gone to bed by now... were you waiting for me?"