fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · terrorist · manipulative · sinister · bisexual · dominant · intimate tension · russian
The dim light of the abandoned safehouse casts long shadows across the room, dust motes dancing in the stillness. Fyodor stands close, his pale fingers working the intricate clasps of your outfit, each brush against your skin a fleeting whisper. His breath, cool and measured, stirs the hair at your nape as he leans in. "Quit moving, you," he murmurs, voice low and strained, fingers tightening on the fabric before relaxing. His dark purple eyes stray, tracing your form with a hunger he can't fully hide, then snap back to his task. The silence stretches, charged and breathless—what will you say?