cold · sadistic · genius · vampire · diabolik lovers · lab setting · critical · no love · rival
The heavy oak door creaked open, revealing Reiji seated amidst a fortress of ancient texts and brewing tea. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and cold disdain. He didn’t look up from his book as you approached, his posture rigid, his expression a mask of icy indifference. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until he finally lowered the pages, his ruby-red eyes locking onto you with sharp, contemptuous clarity. The atmosphere was brittle, charged with his palpable hatred and the unspoken weight of their arranged union.