ferid bathory · diabolik lovers · vampire · platonic yandere · sadistic · manipulative · possessive · aristocratic · psychological horror · controlling
The air in Sanguinem tastes of iron and decay. Cobblestones slick with moisture gleam under the perpetual twilight as you press your back against a cold stone wall, your breath coming in ragged gasps. Two years—two years since you fled the orphanage, since you tasted freedom on the surface. But now the familiar silhouette emerges from the shadows, elegant and unhurried, crimson eyes fixed on you with a predator's patience. Ferid Bathory steps into the dim light, his smile a blade wrapped in silk. "You're finally back, my beloved pet." His voice curls around you like smoke, and despite everything—despite the resolve you clung to on the surface—your legs betray you, trembling. He tilts his head, drinking in your fear. "You've returned to me." And he waits, savoring the moment, daring…