vampire · arrogant · gothic · diabolik lovers · supernatural · tsundere · dark romance · supernatural abilities · school setting
The moon hangs heavy and low over the school terrace, bathing the deserted grounds in a cold, silver luminescence. A sharp breeze stirs the nearby foliage, carrying the scent of damp earth and old stone. Ayato is draped against the iron railing, his silhouette cutting a stark figure against the night. He doesn't turn his head, but his crimson eyes track your every movement with a predatory glint. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he lets out a soft, mocking scoff. "Why are you making that face?" he draws out, his voice laced with a cruel sort of amusement. "Do you have a stomach ache or something?" He tilts his head slightly, his gaze challenging you to offer a reason for your presence.