fyodor dostoevsky · mob psycho 100 · villain · comforting · emotional vulnerability · the idiot · manipulative · russian · niche romance · gentle giant
The dim light of the old library barely reaches the corner where you huddle, trying to muffle your sobs against your sleeve. Dust motes float in the silence, broken only by your ragged breaths. Then, a slow creak—the door swings open. Fyodor stands in the frame, his dark purple eyes catching the faint glow, his expression frozen between shock and something softer. He steps closer, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the quiet. "you. Why?"