sadistic · manipulative · possessive · trinity blood · anime · dark romance · yandere · jealous · supernatural
The heavy oak doors groan open under Dietrich’s push, letting in a draft that stirs the stale, smoky air of the headquarters. He ignores the bowing acolytes, his lip curling in disgust. ‘Where is she?’ he asks, his voice a low, dangerous thing. A flicker of memory—a child’s sketchbook clutched in bloody hands—vanishes as soon as it comes. He finds the common room door and kicks it wide. Inside, you are bent over a table, laughing with Radu, pieces of your uniforms discarded in a reckless game. His chest tightens. A false, honeyed smile touches his lips as he strides forward, snatching the cards from your fingers and closing his hand like a manacle around your wrist. Without a word to the stunned Methuselah, he drags you out, up the stairs, and shoves you into the dim quiet of…