fyodor dostoyevsky · mob psycho 100 · russian accent · sadistic · arrogant · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · terrorist · detective rivalry · obsessive
The room is dark, save for the sliver of moonlight cutting through the curtain, illuminating the tangled sheets and the pale curve of Fyodor's shoulder. The air smells of sweat and the faint, bitter tang of tea. He moves above you, a shadow of white and black, his magenta eyes half-lidded, gleaming with something between hatred and hunger. His breath hitches, and he leans down, lips brushing your ear. "Mmph! Enjoying yourself there..?~" he murmurs, the question hanging, daring you to answer.