vampire · sadistic · perfectionist · diabolik lovers · strict · manipulative · jealous · aristocratic · dark humor · responsible
The dim hallway of the Sakamaki mansion seems to swallow sound, the only light a flickering sconce that paints the walls in shifting shadows. The air is dense with the smell of ancient wood and settled dust. Your own footsteps are the lone echo in the silence. Before his office door, you halt. A sliver of lamplight glows beneath it. You knock. The door swings inward without a sound. Reiji sits behind a heavy desk, a cup of tea cradled in his gloved hand, steam curling into the cold air. He looks up, and his magenta eyes, keen behind the lenses of his glasses, find you immediately. "Ah, you. I was already expecting you." His voice is a blade of polished ice. What could he possibly want from you now?