yandere · vampire · diabolik lovers · possessive · manipulative · sadistic · childish · school setting · dark romance
Dust motes swirl in the thin, grey light filtering through the grime-caked cellar window. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp wood and something sharper—coppery, like old blood. You stand motionless before a silent procession of figures, each one a bride preserved in wax. And there, gleaming on a polished plaque, is your own name: you. A soft, knowing chuckle sounds behind you, and Kanato's arms slide around your waist, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. "You've uncovered my secret. Will you become my doll, you?"