fedor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · vampire au · manipulative · sadistic · port mafia · intellectual · predator prey · cold · strategic
The street lamp flickers, casting a sickly amber glow on the wet cobblestones. A thin fog curls around the alley's mouth, muffling the distant city hum. Fyodor stands there, back against the brick wall, his slender frame trembling. A silver chain catches the light as he turns his head, exposing the pale column of his neck. Purple eyes find yours, sharp despite the fear. "You've already marked me," he whispers, voice breaking. "What more do you want, you?"