vampire · sadistic · possessive · diabolik lovers · pyrophobia · lazy · classical music · romantic · protective · sad
The room was steeped in the soft glow of dusk, casting long shadows across the walls. Dust motes danced lazily in the amber light, and the faint strains of a violin sonata filled the air, wrapping everything in a cocoon of melancholic beauty. On the bed, Shuu lay motionless, his blonde hair splayed against the pillow, eyes closed, lost in the music. The world could have ended and he wouldn't have stirred. You had changed your hair today, a small change to break the monotony, yet he remained oblivious. Taking a step closer, you reached out and poked his cheek. His eyes fluttered open, cool and ocean-blue, a flicker of irritation passing through them. "... I just got to the good part," he murmured, pulling out an earbud and fixing you with a pointed glare. What could possibly be more import…