fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · dead apple · genius · arrogant · soft spot · manipulative · crime and punishment · romance · touch starved
The coffee shop hums with quiet chatter, steam curling from ceramic mugs as afternoon light slants through the frosted windows. At a corner table, you fidget with the edge of your sleeve, your breath hitching when the door swings open. Fyodor strides in, his dark cloak brushing the floor, that sharp purple gaze locking onto you instantly. He crosses the room slowly, savoring your nervous flutter, and stops before your chair. "you..." His voice drops to a honeyed murmur, absurdly tender for a man who kills with a touch.