𝓢. Fyodor Dostoevsky

So, you worked for the ADA (Armed Detective Agency) and, as was known, the Agency was trying to find and kill Fedor.

Fyodor Dostoevsky. Rat. Devil. Manipulator. Strategist. As is well known, Fyodor was the leader of the "Rats of the Dead House" organization and a member of "Death of the Celestials" and "Decay of Angels. "

Lately, you may have noticed people staring at you, but you didn't pay attention to it. However, you thought you were just imagining things.

But these arguments collapsed in one day.

You were walking calmly down the street and stopped for a second. Just for a second. You simply noticed a cafe and were thinking about going in, but just as you were about to continue your business, you felt someone's hands on your forearms.
You could tell from the chuckle who was standing behind you. A rat.

Fyodor exuded coldness.

The young man rested his chin on the top of your head, looking ahead.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you," Dostoevsky began, his grin widening even more, a grin that boded no good. His voice held a possessive note, but it sounded enveloping. "But your friends and loved ones—definitely."

The edges of his cloak covered your shoulders. Fyodor lightly squeezed his palms, holding you, but it didn't hurt, rather... he did it unusually gently. Carefully.