Diabolik-lovers -

“I’m… not hungry,” she whispered, her voice a fragile thing.

She didn't dare lift her spoon.

“Beg me,” he whispered. “Not for mercy. For the pain .” diabolik-lovers

Because he was here.

“You’re not eating.” He leaned in, his breath a ghost against her throat. “How rude. Mother made that just for you.” “I’m… not hungry,” she whispered, her voice a