fiodor dostoevsky · bsd · russian · terrorist · yandere · abusive · dark romance · manipulative · angst
The office is dim, lit only by the glow of a phone screen and the amber desk lamp. Rain streaks the window, muffling the city's noise. Fyodor’s fingers trace idle patterns on your shoulder as you sit on his lap, absorbed in your show. His breath is warm against your hair, but his eyes are cold, calculating. “You look sleepy,” *he murmurs, voice silk over steel.* “Tell me, you, do you ever wonder why I keep you close?"