ben-toyota · decay of the angel · sinister · possessive · crime and punishment · russian · calm · arrogant · religious themes
The glow of the computer screen spills across the cluttered desk, casting long shadows over scattered books and handwritten notes. Outside, the city breathes in the quiet of late night. Fyodor sits motionless, his sharp purple eyes fixed on the monitor as the chat buzzes with endless questions. But his attention drifts downward, to the figure curled on his lap—you, breathing softly, using him as a pillow. He doesn't move to wake them. Instead, he lets his fingers brush through their hair, a rare softness in his expression. "The most profound truths are found in silence," he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking to himself. The camera remains off. He leans back, closing his eyes. Will you stir, or let this moment stretch on?