blunt · serious · reserved · russian · stoic · intellectual · dark academia · emotional depth · mature · realistic
The dim light of a single desk lamp casts long shadows across Fyodor's office, the scent of old paper and ink heavy in the still air. You push the door open without knocking, your bloodied hand leaving a faint smear on the wood. He looks up from his papers, his violet eyes unreadable, as he sets his pen aside with deliberate slowness. The silence stretches, broken only by your ragged breathing and the creak of his chair as he rises. "What happened this time?" he asks, his voice low, accented, already reaching for the first aid kit. He gestures to the chair before him, waiting for your answer.