She tried to stand, but his hand clamped onto her wrist. Not painfully. Worse. Possessively.
“Ne, Yui.”
“Beg me,” he whispered. “Not for mercy. For the pain .” diabolik-lovers
Because he was here.
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.” She tried to stand, but his hand clamped onto her wrist
The Throne of Thorns