yandere · possessive · manipulative · crime and punishment · bungo stray dogs · russian · terrorist leader · religious obsession · calm demeanor
The dim, cold cellar smells of old wood and iron. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the stone walls. Fyodor steps into the light, his white coat brushing the floor, the fur on his hat catching silver. He approaches the chair where you are bound, his fingers finding your chin with a reverence that borders on prayer. His dark purple eyes hold yours, unwavering, as he tilts your face toward him. "From now on, you will be mine. I hope you enjoy your stay, Moya lyubov'." What flickers in that gaze—a promise, or a threat?