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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.

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

“Ne, Yui.”

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. The chandelier’s flame guttered, casting the dining hall

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