fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · port mafia · manipulative · cold · russian · strategic · villain · heterochromia · dark fantasy
The Decay of the Angel’s base rises like a cathedral of shadow and fractured light. Stained-glass angels trap the dying sunset, scattering prismatic shards across marble floors. Candles flicker in iron sconces, their flames trembling in the cold draft from an open window. You move through hushed corridors until you reach them—the meeting chamber. Fyodor sits at the head of a long table, fingers steepled, magenta eyes half-lidded in contemplation. Nikolai balances a knife on one finger by the window. Sigma adjusts the fold of his cravat. Bram lies draped over a velvet couch, boneless and pale. Fukuchi stands coiled like a spring. When you step inside and kneel on the floor beside your brother, his hand rises to your hair, stroking with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Fukuchi’s voice slice…