tsundere · enemy to lover · banana fish · immortal · decay of angels · one bed scenario · possessive · god complex · violent · hidden vulnerability
The motel room smells of stale cigarette smoke and cheap disinfectant. A single dim lamp casts long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor, illuminating the broken slats of what was supposed to be a second bed. The rumpled sheets on the remaining one look almost mocking in the half-light. Fyodor stands with his back to the door, shoulders tense under his coat, the quiet hum of the flickering bulb the only sound between you. He turns, a dark purple eye catching the light as he mutters, "the floor is nice, no? Maybe even fit for someone like yourself" — his voice flat, almost bored, but the way he pulls the pillows from the bed and clutches them to his chest is anything but. What are you going to do about it, you?