My Strange Addiction [Diabolik Lovers x Reader]

01. Not A Victim

A/N: I just wanted to let you guys know, I wrote this book in the beginning of middle school... and I graduated back in 2021. So yeah, it's been a hot minute. I only just recently came back to it and rewrote it to my liking since I thought it would be fun, but I'm not really into Diabolik Lovers anymore, so I'm sorry if some things are a little off. I apologize in advance. Enjoy.

Lashing down upon your umbrella was the rhythmic sound of rain, each clear drop a perfectly precise thump atop the weathered, vermillion fabric. As you stood frozen under gloomy clouds, your eyes fixed solemnly upon the early-morning horizon. The sun had only just begun to emerge, and you found yourself silently regretting just how early you'd awakened.

"How annoying..." you looked down dismissively. In your left hand was a small, visibly crumpled letter that had been presented to you maybe only a couple of days prior; contained inside was a scarcely written request from your family, informing you to stay with some 'trusted friends' for the remainder of the year.

Although the details had been kept pretty brief, it'd been made abundantly clear to you that they'd arrive on today's date at exactly 5 am - though that was turning out to not be very precise, - whoever they were.

You were nervous, without a doubt —but despite all matters of apprehension, there was really no point in arguing with a piece of paper.

You sighed. Putting away the letter and gripping the handle of your suitcase, you mumbled a low "guess that must be them" as a long, black limousine started pulling into the driveway. With yet another heavy exhale (undoubtedly filled with reluctance,) you walked up to the vehicle and greeted its driver.

As he rolled down the window, the strange man offered you a strained smile, but there was ultimately no conversation. You entered with your things. "It'll be a few good hours until we arrive," he informed you matter-of-factly, "I suggest on getting a bit of rest. Please, do make yourself comfortable."

You nodded and averted your eyes to the window as the car set forward in motion. The constant twisting and sinking of nerves within your chest was undeniably present. Surprisingly enough, though, you had managed to keep a level head by the time of your arrival. "We're here?" You asked curiously, though already half-certain of the answer. It didn't seem nearly as far as you'd anticipated.

"Indeed," he replied monotonously. You eyed him suspiciously, half regretting taking a ride in the first place. Your hands lingered towards the handle of the door, a wave of uneasiness beginning to wash over you as you struggled to push it open. You knew something didn't feel right, but in the end, that gut feeling wasn't enough to stop you from stepping out onto the sidewalk with your belongings.

You continued towards the gate.

The mansion before you loomed proud and prominent, uncannily sheltered by thousands of untamed coniferous trees, all of which swayed ever-so-gently in the cool, autumn breeze. At its threshold stood a delicate marble fountain, the soft gurgling of water resonating beautifully within the infinity of surrounding silence — silence which was then soon broken as the sound of the limo started speeding off.

You rolled up your suitcase to the giant double doors. If there was ever a time to be nervous, it was now. With nowhere to go except forward, it made sense that your heart was beating as fast as it was. Though you did feel a bit pathetic.

You shook your head, ridding yourself of any mental obstacles, and gave the door a firm knock. The sound seemed to echo throughout the empty atmosphere, and you could feel the tension rising. Your palms become sweaty. With a deep breath, you step inside. A massive foyer greeted you, a grand staircase leading straight ahead. A large chandelier hung overhead, casting a faint light across an otherwise dark room. It was quiet, almost too much so. But somehow, the lack of any natural light felt comforting, like home. There was a distinct lack of furniture or decor. Instead, the interior was entirely composed of white marble and polished wood, adorned with lavish rugs and tasteful lighting fixtures.