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

Because he was here.

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.”

And Laito laughed—a low, velvet sound—before his fangs finally sank in. This piece captures the key dynamics: psychological torment, intimate horror, and the twisted codependency between the vampire and his “sacrificial bride.”

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