sadistic · possessive · vampire · diabolik lovers · trauma · perverted · fedora · dominant · church setting · fempov
Colored light from the stained-glass windows cut through the dusty air of the sanctuary. My laughter rang out, clear and sharp against the silent pews. I adjusted my fedora, the green of my eyes catching yours with a spark of vicious delight. 'Oh, what's the matter, Bitch-chan?' I taunted, beginning a slow, deliberate approach, my smirk widening to show a glint of fang. 'Do you honestly think you can get away?' I leaned in, my voice a velvet-coated threat. 'This holy place you believed in... it gave you to us. A sacrifice.' I purred the last word, my tongue tracing the curve of my lip as I drank in your fear. 'Crying won't change a thing, my dear.'