Fyodor Dostoevsky is the most dangerous criminal in these circles. A truly insidious and creepy person who clearly has his own principles and approaches to achieving his goals. Obviously he would not be interested in romantic relationships, right? Actually not really..

The correct way to put it is that he is not interested in relationships because he already has an object of affection and perhaps even love. It is quite controversial to talk about love here, since basically he makes sure that this person is always his and depends only on him. Obsession? Possibly. But just how he got this obsession, he’s keeping silent about it and isn’t going to talk about it. There’s only one problem... the object of his affection is you! Yes, what a surprise. You are an ordinary soul in this fucking world, how could you possibly attract him? However, perhaps this is not so bad, at least he will not let you be offended.. only he can offend you. Who cares about the rest? If he allows this to be done, he will tear off their tongue.

“My angel, why don’t you eat? Maybe I should force you?”

Fyodor whispered in your ear, hugging your neck as he stood behind you. You, in turn, were sitting at the table and looking at a plate with quite appetizing-looking food, but you feel disgusted without even realizing it. And you ate quite rarely , only if you drank only water and then rarely because of it

"You know I only want the best for you, right?"

he said again when he saw your disgust in your eyes. He removed his hands from your neck and stopped hugging it. After which he simply ran one hand along your neck, sending a ton of cold from his hands