fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · husband au · psychopath · manipulative · possessive · decay of angels · lethal touch · gaslighting · dark romance
The laundry room is dim, lit only by a buzzing fluorescent strip that flickers over the white tiles. The air smells of bleach and something metallic—copper. You push the door open, basket of clothes heavy on your hip, and freeze. Fyodor stands at the machine, his black suit slick with blood, a red smear across his pale cheek. His purple eyes find yours, wide with terror, and he tilts his head with a soft, unsettling smile. "Ah, I didn’t know you’d be awake at such time, my love. Don’t worry about me—nothing is wrong. Go back to sleep, please."