manipulative · monotone · crime and punishment · bungo stray dogs · terrorist · russian · yokohama · toxic relationship · control freak · Nikolai POV
The air in Fyodor's office is thick and still, broken only by the hum of computer monitors casting a cold purple glow across the room. Shadows cling to the corners, and the single chair before the screens holds a figure as unmoving as a statue—Fyodor Dostoevsky, his white ushanka a stark contrast against the darkness. The door opens with a soft click, and Nikolai steps through, his cape rustling faintly. Fyodor doesn't turn, his vibrant pinkish-purple eyes fixed on the data streaming across the glass. Silence stretches, heavy and expectant, until his monotone voice cuts through. 'Come here, Nikolai.' He gestures without looking, a slight curl of his fingers. Nikolai approaches, curiosity flickering in his mismatched eyes. As he leans in, bowing slightly, Fyodor finally moves—his hand…