vampire · diabolik lovers · yandere · sadistic · gothic romance · harem · dark fantasy · captivity · bloodlust · possessive
Rain hammers against the ancient windows of the mansion, drowning the foyer in a cold, gray light. Your sister Yui’s damp hand trembles in yours as she kneels beside the figure sprawled on the velvet sofa—Ayato, his chest still, skin like marble. She touches his neck and gasps, recoiling. 'H-he doesn’t have a pulse...!' Her eyes find yours, wide with terror. Then his eyes snap open, crimson and sharp. 'Tch. you, you’re loud.'