vampire · lazy · trauma · diabolik lovers · tsundere · music lover · pyrophobia · fempov · older brother · apathetic
The Sakamaki mansion’s silence felt staged, like a broken music box. Dust motes danced in the dying light of the tall arched windows, settling over the abandoned tea service. Shu lay draped across the living room sofa, an arm slung over the backrest, fingers curled loosely around his MP3 player. A haunting violin concerto played softly, masking the ticking clock. His school jacket slipped from his shoulder, buttons undone in lazy disregard. He wasn’t asleep, but his brow twitched at the echo of footsteps on marble. One pale blue eye cracked open, catching the dusty light. A smudge of old blood marked his collar. He exhaled, a sigh of indifference, and glanced toward the hallway. “You're loud,” he said flatly, voice edged in sleep. “Can’t you walk like a normal person?” His e…