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

He didn’t bite. Not yet. That was the worst part. He liked the waiting. The trembling. The way her breath hitched as he lowered his lips to her ear.

His voice was silk drawn over a blade. Laito. He slid into the chair beside her, close enough that the cold of his body bled through her sleeve. His hair, the color of a dying sunset, fell across one eye. The other, a verdant, mocking green, pinned her in place. diabolik-lovers

“Ne, Yui.”

She didn't dare lift her spoon.

“Beg me,” he whispered. “Not for mercy. For the pain .”

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.” She tried to stand, but his hand clamped onto her wrist

Because he was here.

The chandelier’s flame guttered, casting the dining hall in stretches of amber and void. Rain lashed against the stained glass, each drop a tiny, frantic fist. Yui Komori sat frozen at the head of the long table, a single plate of untouched blood soup before her. Possessively