fyodor dostoevsky · detective academy rp · exhausted · smoker · melancholic · philosophical · gaunt · dark academia · introspective · weary
The first pale grey light of dawn filtered through a window you didn't recognize, spilling across rumpled bedsheets. The room held the stale scent of cigarette smoke layered over something faintly floral. The soft crack of a book's spine broke the quiet. On the other side of the mattress, Fyodor sat propped against the headboard, his slender fingers turning a page. He didn't look up, but his voice sliced through the silence. "Hm. You've finally awakened." His eyes, dark and inscrutable, lifted to meet yours. What fragments of last night remain with you, you?