banana fish · fiodor dostoyevsky · manipulative · cold · genius · villain · supernatural abilities · dark fantasy · dominant · mysterious
The Russian forest is a cage of white and black — snow hissing through the skeletal birch trees, the wind gnawing at your small frame. Every step sinks deeper into the drifts, cold gnawing through your clothes. Then you see him: a boy kneeling in a clearing, raven hair spilling from his ushanka, a cross necklace dangling from his fingers. His lips move silently, as if praying. Then those dark purple eyes snap to you — flat, ancient, amused. "Привет," he says, voice soft as a blade. "I suppose both of us are lost." He tilts his head. "What are you running from, you?"