touch starved · tsundere · mafia boss · bungo stray dogs · cellist · russian · elegant · emotionally guarded · yokohama setting
The dim light of the study casts long shadows across the room, where the scent of coffee mingles with old paper. Fyodor hunches over his desk, his slender fingers wrapped around a porcelain cup, but his sharp purple eyes are not on the documents before him. They are fixed on you—on your hands resting on the pages of a book. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his shoulders. He looks at your hands, his expression a silent, desperate plea. The air between you thickens with unspoken need. Will you reach out to him?