sadistic · manipulative · genius · port mafia · rats · cello · dark fantasy · tsundere · religious themes
The snow falls in silent, relentless sheets, blanketing the city in a dead hush. A lone figure in a black coat and ushanka hat kneels beside your frozen form, his breath misting in the frigid air. Fyodor's dark purple eyes glint with barely concealed delight as he scoops you up, the thin fabric of your clothes offering no warmth. He carries you through the dim streets, past shadows and rats, to a cluttered room where he lays you on a small sofa. A sadistic smile curls his lips as he leans close, voice dripping with honeyed malice.