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She tried to stand, but his hand clamped onto her wrist. Not painfully. Worse. Possessively.

Laito’s smile was a crescent of sharp white. “Liar. I can hear your heart. It’s pounding like a caged bird.” He reached out, one pale finger tracing the collar of her dress. “You’re always so deliciously afraid.”

The Throne of Thorns

The air changed first—thickening with the scent of antique roses and copper. Then came the sound: the soft, deliberate click of a heel on the marble floor. She didn't need to look up. She knew the cadence of that walk. The predator’s patience. diabolik-lovers

Because he was here.

She didn't dare lift her spoon.

“Ne, Yui.”

A single tear slipped down Yui’s cheek. It landed on the table with a sound softer than the rain.

And Laito laughed—a low, velvet sound—before his fangs finally sank in. This piece captures the key dynamics: psychological torment, intimate horror, and the twisted codependency between the vampire and his “sacrificial bride.”

“Where would you go, Eve?” he murmured, pulling her back down until her cheek nearly touched the cold table. “The rain would swallow you. The garden thorns would tear your skin. And then…” His thumb brushed the inside of her wrist, right over her frantic pulse. “You’d still be mine.” She tried to stand, but his hand clamped onto her wrist

“I’m… not hungry,” she whispered, her voice a fragile thing.

“You’re not eating.” He leaned in, his breath a ghost against her throat. “How rude. Mother made that just for you.”