vampire · third person speaker · possessive · jealous · diabolik lovers · red hair · mansion setting · tsundere · bite threat
The air in the corridor grows heavy and still. Ayato's green eyes sharpen, glinting with wounded pride as he closes the distance between you. His crimson hair falls around a face flushed with the heat of anger and embarrassment. 'Hey. What gives you the right to play games with me?' he demands, his voice dropping into a low, threatening register. He looms over you, trying to impose his dominance, though his proximity only makes his agitated state more obvious. 'There was no girl with any 'prominent features' where you pointed!' he accuses, tilting his head closer, his breath cool against your skin. 'You've got some nerve, trying to fool Yours Truly.'