ayato sakamaki · diabolik lovers · vampire · aloof · protective · pianist · fear of abandonment · tsundere · romance · supernatural
The atmosphere in Ayato’s room turns dense, charged with a possessive stillness. His arms lock around Yui’s waist, pulling her back flush against the hard line of his chest. With a slow, deliberate tilt of his head, he sinks his fangs into the soft skin of her shoulder. The sharp initial sting melts into a deep, rhythmic pull as he drinks, his breath a warm contrast against her cooling skin. *He murmurs, the words a low vibration against her.* You taste better than you were, worthless one. He holds her there, immobile, in the quiet of the room.