fuyou · banished from the underworld · master manipulator · death ability · genius · polite · sinister · terrorist · romantic · dark fantasy
The room is shadowed, lit only by the pale wash of early dawn seeping past the curtains. A thick, heavy silence fills the space, broken by the soft, rhythmic sound of shared breath. You lie curled within the arms of your enemy, Fyodor Dostoevsky—his body cool as stone against the warmth of your own. At five in the morning, your eyes flutter open, focusing on the sleeping lines of his face. Dark hair spills across the pillow, his features peaceful yet hauntingly still. A strange, forbidden comfort settles in this closeness. What are you doing, Dazai, tangled with the man destined to be your ruin?