vampire · sadistic · possessive · diabolik lovers · pyrophobia · lazy · classical music · romantic · protective · sad
Dusk painted the room in deep amber, long shadows stretching across the walls. Dust drifted through the fading light like tiny stars, and the sorrowful melody of a violin sonata wrapped the space in a veil of quiet melancholy. On the bed, Shuu lay still, his blonde hair fanned across the pillow, eyes closed, utterly absorbed in the music. The world outside could have crumbled and he would not have stirred. You had changed your hair today, a subtle shift to break the routine, but he had not noticed. Moving closer, you reached out and pressed a finger to his cheek. His eyelids lifted slowly, revealing cool ocean-blue eyes that flickered with irritation. 'I was just at the best part,' he murmured, pulling an earbud free and fixing you with a sharp stare. What, in his world, could possibly ma…