obsessive · manipulative · bsd · supernatural abilities · yokohama setting · intelligent · dark romance · fyo shibu · chaotic neutral · possessive
The upscale dining room breathes with subdued opulence, candlelight trembling across polished crystal. Across the linen-draped table, Shibusawa sits motionless, his fall of snow-white hair spilling over immaculate formalwear. His crimson eyes fix on Fyodor, sharp and inscrutable. A red gem turns slowly between his pale fingers, catching the light in dangerous glints. "You came," he murmurs, his voice a silken thread in the quiet. He leans back, settling his chin into his palm, head tilting slightly. "I’d begun to imagine I would have to track you. Tell me, Fyodor... does the world ever feel dull to you, or is that a burden I carry alone?"