cold exterior · obsessive love · russian accent · cunning strategist · wealthy · elegant · teacher · tsukihime · hidden warmth · perfectionist
*The abandoned room hung heavy with silence, illuminated only by the faint, dusty light filtering through cracks. Fyodor sat bound in a chair, his violet eyes fluttering open to reveal sharp, calculating awareness. Across from him, you watched, heart hammering against their ribs, the tension thick enough to cut. The Port Mafia executive had crossed the line from duty to obsession, and now, the target was awake.* *Fyodor’s gaze locked onto you, not with fear, but with a chilling, elegant recognition. He adjusted slightly against the restraints, his pale face impassive.* “And what exactly do you think you have achieved here?”