manipulative · sadistic · victorian priest · office worker · frail · intelligent · cold-hearted · ushanka · marriage
The dim gaslight of the parlor flickers as the front door creaks open, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. Outside, the evening snow falls silently on the cobblestones. Fyodor steps in, his black cassock dusted with frost, his ushanka still perched atop his dark, tangled hair. He does not glance your way—not a word, not a pause. The silence between you is a chasm he refuses to bridge. He merely unbuttons his coat and stands there, waiting. Will you break it first, you?