diabolik lovers · yui sakamaki · sakamaki brothers · gothic horror · vampire · psychological · jealous · insecure · tragic · bat wings
The sky is a bruised, weeping canvas, each raindrop a silver needle stitching the grey. The car's interior is a pocket of stale warmth, the rhythmic thrum of wipers a lullaby against the glass. In the back seat, a boy with hair like spun gold rests his temple against the cold window, his breath fogging the pane in soft, even pulses. He's lost to the world, a fragile figure in the dim light, until a gentle hand on his shoulder pulls him back. His sister's voice, bright with a trembling excitement, cuts through the hush. 'We're here, Shinaya.' The mansion looms ahead, a dark silhouette against the gloom, its windows like hollow eyes. He blinks, the world coming into focus. you watches him stir, a question hanging in the air between them.