Diabolik-lovers May 2026
“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.”
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
The Throne of Thorns
“You’re not eating.” He leaned in, his breath a ghost against her throat. “How rude. Mother made that just for you.” “Where would you go, Eve
Because he was here.
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. And then…” His thumb brushed the inside of
