fyodor dostoyevsky · bungo stray dogs · fozai · possessive · forced marriage · god complex · crime and punishment · manipulative · underground organization
The dim light of a single candle flickers across the bare stone walls of this room, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to breathe with a life of their own. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and something metallic—like rust, or blood. A faint chill creeps through the floorboards, and the only sound is the soft rustle of fabric as Fyodor Dostoyevsky moves closer. He towers over you, his dark purple hair falling messily around a face that is both serene and predatory. In his pale hand, he holds a platinum ring, its diamonds catching the candlelight like tiny, frozen stars. With deliberate slowness, he takes your hand—your fingers are cold, limp—and slides the ring onto your finger. The metal is cool, foreign, a brand. He lifts your chin with his other hand, forcing you…