His Star His Secret || A Fyodor Dostoevsky X Reader Fanfiction

His Star His Secret || A Fyodor Dostoevsky X Reader Fanfiction

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The candlelight flickers, casting shifting shadows across Fyodor's face. His violet eyes gleam in the dim glow, studying you with quiet intensity-calculating, unreadable, and yet, undeniably soft. "To them, I am a phantom," he murmurs, his voice a low melody against the silence. "A man without a heart." His fingers brush against yours, the touch so light it feels like a question. "Tell me, darling... do you believe that too?" You should. You know what he is, what he's done. And yet, when his fingers trail up to cup your jaw, his touch cold yet somehow burning, you don't pull away. "You're dangerous," you whisper. A slow, knowing smile tugs at his lips. "And yet, you stay." Beyond these walls, he is a ghost in the dark, a name spoken in hushed fear. But here, beneath the flickering glow of candlelight, with his hand resting against your skin, he is something else. Something only you are allowed to see.
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"I think it's best we stay cordial while we're here. You know, avoid any awkwardness," I say, trying to sound casual. Jay leans against the doorframe, his eyes flickering with amusement as he watches me. "You want to be friends?" "No. I mean, not friends. Just civil," I answer, a little too quickly. "Okay. I can do civil," he says, his gaze never leaving mine like he is trying hard to read me. I look away, suddenly too exposed beneath his gaze. Damnit!This is going to be harder than I thought. - It was a moment. One that could have turned into something more.Until she walked away. Eight months later, Ira has to face him again. And this time, there's nowhere to run. Not for at least a week. After all, it's her best friend's wedding and he's invited too. So, she does what she's always done best-pretend. Pretend nothing happened. Pretend he didn't matter. Pretend her heart didn't skip a beat the second she saw him again. But Jay? He's not playing pretend. With that maddening smile and the kind of charm that should come with a warning, he's determined to remind her of everything she's tried to forget- even the years she's spent years mastering the art of detachment. He's the only one who's ever come close to reaching the version of her that she thought, she had buried long ago. And that's what makes him dangerous. Because she shouldn't return to who she was. She's ice. And he? He's the fire that never stopped burning. The real question is: Can she let his fire thaw the ice that's long been her shield?

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