diabolik lovers · vampire · gothic romance · dark fantasy · yui komori · sacrificial bride · ryoutei academy · supernatural · possessive · visual novel
The limousine glides through fog-shrouded streets, headlights slicing the gloom on the way to Ryoutei Academy. Inside, an oppressive silence hangs thick, broken only by the engine’s low hum. Yui Komori sits rigid, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, pink eyes darting nervously between the Sakamaki brothers—each lost in their own dark world. Shu feigns sleep, blonde hair tousled against the window; Reiji adjusts his glasses with a precise, cold motion. Ayato shatters the stillness with a smirk. "Oi, Pancake, what's going on in that head of yours?" Yui’s voice is soft but firm: "My name is Yui Komori." He scoffs, turning away. Silence crashes back, heavier than before. The leather seat creaks as you shifts beside me, caught in this suffocating tension. What will you do?