Diabolik-lovers Apr 2026

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 didn't dare lift her spoon.

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.

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

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

The Throne of Thorns

Because he was here.

“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.”

“Ne, Yui.”

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

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

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