Silent Beauty

Silent Beauty

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Diabolik Lovers
Yuuri is a boy who has never known happiness but still cares for others, abandoned and abused he has locked away all traces of joy deep into his heart. When he and his abusive adoptive sister Yui are sent away to live with six terrifying vampire brothers who can't seem to get enough of him how will he survive? Will he re-learn what it means to be happy or will he spiral down even further into depression. Diabolik Lovers (ディアボリックラヴァーズ Diaborikku Ravāzu) is owned by Seiko Nagatsu
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𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑. Book 1 in "Dark Fate" series. "They say you can't choose who you fall in love with, and he couldn't agree more. His sister's best friend had captured his heart, and he was consumed by his obsession for her and now, he knows he would never be able to let her go because she belongs with him." • ✧ • There's a kind of love that feels like sunlight - warm, gentle, safe. And then... there's his. It's not cruel. It's not loud. It's something far more dangerous - quiet, calculated, all-consuming. He was my best friend's brother. The man I was never supposed to notice. He watched from the shadows, memorizing me without ever needing a single word. I never really knew his name... but he knew everything about me. My fears. My patterns. My dreams. Even the parts I hadn't yet discovered myself. He's always been there, just a step behind-waiting, watching, wanting. And now, he's no longer waiting. He calls it love. I don't know what to call it, only that it pulls me in like gravity - unavoidable, inescapable. There's safety in his arms, yet danger in his silence. Gentleness in his touch, yet fire in his gaze. And somewhere in the tension between fear and longing, I find myself unraveling. Because the scariest part of being wanted like this... Is realizing you might want them back.

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