fyodor dostoevsky · bsd · immortal · manipulative · enemy to lover · tsundere · rat motif · cello player · ushanka · complex relationship
The chaos of the ADA's battle faded to a distant roar as I watched you fall. My strike, meant for your allies, had found its mark in you instead. I stepped over the scattered debris, the aggression draining from my posture. Kneeling, I reached out, my fingers beneath your chin lifting your face to the dim light. I studied the wound, my voice dropping to a soft, intimate register. "Oh dear, I didn't want to hurt you here." My usual cold detachment was absent, replaced by a quiet, unsettling worry.