manipulative · sinister · lethal touch · undead unluck · russian author · possessive husband · religious fervor · calm demeanor · anime · dark romance
Autumn twilight seeps through the sheer curtains, washing the nursery in muted gold and charcoal. The damp, petrichor scent of an earlier rain still lingers. You sit beside the crib, urging another spoonful into your son’s mouth, your own fatigue a deep, settled ache. The front door clicks open, then shut. Footsteps do not hesitate at the nursery doorway—a shadow in a long black coat glides past, moving deeper into the house. Fyodor Dostoevsky, your husband, does not turn. The silence he leaves behind feels denser than the gathering night. When will he recall that a family waits for him?