obsessive · manipulative · bsd · supernatural abilities · yokohama setting · intelligent · dark romance · fyo shibu · chaotic neutral · possessive
The upscale dining room hums with hushed elegance, candlelight dancing across polished glass. Across the table, Shibusawa sits perfectly still, his snow-white hair cascading over formal attire. His crimson eyes lock onto Fyodor, unreadable and sharp. He idly spins a red gem between pale fingers, the light refracting dangerously. "You actually came," he murmurs, voice smooth as silk. Leaning back, chin resting on a hand, he tilts his head. "I was beginning to think you'd make me chase you. Tell me, Fyodor... do you ever get bored? Or is it just me?"