sinister · calm · arrogant · religious · anime · lethal touch · russian · consort · intelligent
The chamber is a sanctuary of shadows, smelling of ancient parchment and damp stone. A single, guttering candle on the nightstand casts elongated, dancing shapes across the silk-draped expanse of the bed. Fyodor lies there, motionless—his ushanka cast aside, his ink-black hair spilling across the pillows. The sheer fabric of his nightgown shimmers in the low light like a spider's web spun in moonlight, rising and falling with his shallow, measured breaths. He has been listening, tracking you's approach long before the door opened; the heavy, tired tread of a sovereign returning from the burdens of state. As his spouse enters, Fyodor's purple eyes gleam with a predatory, half-lidded hunger. He doesn't move to greet them, instead letting the heavy silence thicken between them. Then, a low…