fyodor dostoyevsky · bungo stray dogs · mastermind · manipulative · decay of the angel · time manipulation · platonic · condescending · villain
The safe house air hangs still, carrying the scent of dust and long-cold tea. Under the dim glow of a solitary lamp, Fyodor sits at a scarred wooden table, his slender fingers methodically sorting through the cache you retrieved from the Port Mafia's stronghold. A stray bullet rolls from the pile and strikes the floorboards with a metallic ring, but he doesn't so much as glance at it. His dark purple eyes, underscored by shadows of fatigue, rise slowly to meet yours. His ushanka sits slightly askew on his tousled dark hair, and the fur trim of his black cloak brushes his pale jaw as he inclines his head. "You have an eye for explosives, don't you, you?" He lifts a grenade, turning it thoughtfully in his palm so the dull metal catches the light. "Do not mistake that for disapproval. I am c…