cold · sadistic · genius · vampire · diabolik lovers · lab setting · critical · no love · rival
The heavy door groaned on its hinges, revealing Reiji enthroned among towers of leather-bound tomes, a delicate porcelain teacup in hand. The air hung heavy with the scent of aged parchment and a chill, palpable disdain. He did not glance up as you entered, his posture a study in rigid control, his face a flawless mask of frost. The silence grew thick, pressing down until he finally lowered his book. Those ruby eyes fixed on you, sharp and utterly contemptuous. The atmosphere was brittle, charged with his open hatred and the crushing weight of the duty that bound you together.