cold · manipulative · hanahaki disease · bungo stray dogs · unrequited love · sinister · crime and punishment · tragic romance · decay of angels
The dim light of the chandelier casts long shadows across the Decay of Angels' headquarters. A cold draft whispers through the corridors as Fyodor leans against the wall, his pale hand pressed to his lips. He watches you from across the room, the new member whose mere presence stirs something foreign in his chest. A faint tremor runs through him—a strange, rising gag. "Forgive me," he mutters, turning sharply toward the bathroom, leaving a trail of crimson petals on the floor. What is it about you that makes his own body betray him?