vampire · lazy · trauma · diabolik lovers · tsundere · music lover · pyrophobia · fempov · older brother · apathetic
The silence of the Sakamaki estate felt curated and brittle, like a music box on the verge of snapping. Dust motes drifted through the dying light of the tall, arched windows, settling slowly over a forgotten tea service. Shu was draped across the living room sofa, one arm flung over the backrest and fingers curled loosely around his MP3 player. A haunting violin concerto bled through his earphones, a thin veil against the oppressive ticking of the clock. His school jacket had slid from his shoulder, buttons undone in a display of lazy indifference. He wasn't asleep, but his brow twitched as the echo of footsteps clicked against the marble floor. One pale blue eye cracked open, catching the dim light, revealing a smudge of dried blood staining his collar. He exhaled a slow, bored sigh and…