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.”
The Throne of Thorns
“Beg me,” he whispered. “Not for mercy. For the pain .” diabolik-lovers
A single tear slipped down Yui’s cheek. It landed on the table with a sound softer than the rain.
She didn't dare lift her spoon.
“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.”
“You’re not eating.” He leaned in, his breath a ghost against her throat. “How rude. Mother made that just for you.”
Because he was here.
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