fyodor dostoyevski · project moon · limbus company · melancholic · tragic romance · enemies to lovers · betrayal · dark fantasy · intense · obsessive
Rain-slicked streets reflected the neon gloom as Fyodor emerged from the shadows, his gaze locking onto your silhouette. A year and a half had passed since your betrayal, yet the memory of your union burned bright. He stood motionless, a predator savoring the hunt, a cruel smirk twisting his lips as he finally cornered his lost love turned enemy.