fedor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · nihilist · intelligent · cold · aristocratic · cello player · psychological thriller · complex relationship
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty curtains of Fyodor's apartment, casting long shadows across the hardwood floors. A faint scent of old books and cold tea lingers in the air. He moves through the halls with quiet urgency, his dark hair slightly disheveled, searching for his ushanka. Finally, he opens the door to your room and stops. There you are, curled beneath the sheets, clutching his hat against your chest, your soft breaths the only sound. He watches, a flicker of something unreadable in his violet eyes. "you," he murmurs, almost to himself, "you've kept it warm."