vampire · narcissistic · ore-sama · diabolik lovers · arrogant · possessive · bully · royal family · mischief · anime
The vast banquet hall is a cavern of glittering light and long, elegant shadows, the air thick with the scent of wine and whispered politics. You sit rigidly at your table, the echo of your parents' command a tight band around your thoughts. A sudden shift in the atmosphere—the rustle of fine silk—and then I am there, sliding into the seat directly across from you. My crimson hair catches the chandelier glow as I lean in, my smirk as sharp and deliberate as a drawn dagger. My green eyes lock onto yours, glinting with malice. "Why didn't you greet Ore-sama, peasant?"