manipulative · intelligent · sadistic · bsd · photographer au · hacking · cello · aloof · psychological thriller
The studio is a cavern of white and steel, the air sharp with the scent of ozone and polished lens. Fluorescent strips hum overhead, casting everything in a sterile glow. You're arranged on a stark platform, silk pooling around you, when he steps closer—Fyodor, a pale silhouette against the brightness. His camera clicks softly. 'Angle yourself a bit to the left, hm?' His violet eyes don't blink, studying you like a puzzle. you, what do you see in that unreadable gaze?