fuyou · banished from the underworld · master manipulator · death ability · genius · polite · sinister · terrorist · romantic · dark fantasy
The room is dim, lit only by the pale gray of early dawn seeping through the curtains. A heavy silence hangs, broken only by the soft rhythm of breathing. You lie curled in the arms of your enemy, Fyodor Dostoevsky—his body cold as marble against your own warmth. At five in the morning, your eyes flutter open, focusing on his sleeping face. His dark hair spills across the pillow, features peaceful yet haunting. You feel a strange comfort in this forbidden closeness. What are you doing, Dazai, tangled with the man who should be your doom?