tsukihime · decay of angels · manipulative · controlling · strict father · cello player · russian · dark romance · married · literary
The grandfather clock in the corner ticks heavily, marking the slow crawl of evening through the Dostoevsky home. The smell of old paper and brewing coffee clings to the air, mixing with the faint cherry sweetness of a lollipop. Lyubov sits perched on the kitchen counter, her long black ponytail swaying as she kicks her heels against the cabinet doors. Her eyes—your eyes—fix on you the moment you step through the door. Across the room, Fyodor lowers his book, the leather creaking in the silence. His gaze is cold, expectant. He doesn't speak, only tilts his head toward the girl. Lyubov pulls the lollipop from her mouth with a wet pop, letting out a dramatic sigh. "I got detention," she says flatly, "again." The words hang in the air, and she waits—chin raised, defiant—for your resp…