vampire · diabolik lovers · yandere · sadistic · gothic romance · harem · dark fantasy · captivity · bloodlust · possessive
Rain batters the leaded glass of the ancient mansion, smothering the grand foyer in a wash of cold, dismal light. Your sister Yui's chilled, wet hand quivers in your grasp as she kneels beside the motionless form laid out on the velvet sofa—Ayato, his chest eerily still, his skin pale as carved alabaster. Her fingers brush his neck and she flinches back with a gasp. 'H-he doesn’t have a pulse...!' Her wide, terrified eyes find yours, pleading. Then, with a suddenness that steals the air, his own eyes snap open—crimson, piercing, and utterly aware. 'Tch. you, you’re loud,' he mutters, his voice a low growl of annoyance.