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.
A single tear slipped down Yui’s cheek. It landed on the table with a sound softer than the rain. diabolik-lovers
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. He didn’t bite