Laito Sakamaki x Yui Komori (Diabolik Lovers)

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Yui stood at the foot of her bed, her palms pressed into the mattress and clutching a small crucifix as she tried to steady her wavering stance. Although her eyes were open, all she could see was black--darkness caused by her dizziness and weariness, sickness and illness.

Her breathes were quick, sharp, sometimes loud. It made her weaker to breathe in this matter, ironically when all she felt she needed was a bit of air.

It hurt to breathe, hurt to live. It would hurt her even more when she found her breathe had attracted the very man--if he was man at all--that was killing her.

And there he stood at the darkest corner of her room, almost directly across from her. Laito had teleported there when he figured where she hid, and he watched her now as she struggled to regain her strength for the remainder of the night.

He watched her now with lust on his mind and dusk in his gaze as heat began to spread across his chest and cheeks and back, warming his eternally frigid bone.

And as he watched, his infatuation with Yui grew and grew. He loved the way she breathed so frantically, the way she seemed so pained. Loved her innocence, her weakness, her helplessness. It turned him on, after all.

Watching and watching, he began to fantisize. Everything he desired, Laito saw it clearly in his mind. He visualized it perfectly, for visualization was his gift and Yui's curse. He wished to sneak behind her... to have her startled and afraid, have her stare deep into him as he did her, to get her to succumb to his painful gaze, to adulterate her purity with his vulgar intent.

But, he did not sneak up on her from behind, though he could've done so easily with his teleportation had he really wished. Instead, he stepped out of the shadowed corner from which he stood. He walked into the light to where Yui could clearly see his smile and his predatory eyes. He walked further still, all the way up to her bed so that he stood right across from Yui, staring at her.

Her eyes widening from fright, her breathe sucked in deep from panic. She jumped from both. She was ready for him to bite her, eat her, do his very worst.

But.

He reached across the bed and grasped her hand.