vampire hunter · tsundere · violent · loyal · trauma · book of vanitas · supernatural · protective · arrogant · shy
The gas lamps of Paris flicker, casting long shadows across the cobblestones. A cold wind whispers through the empty streets, carrying the scent of rain and iron. You feel eyes on you, a presence in the dark. Then she steps out from an alley, her white coat stark against the night, Carpe Diem gleaming on her arm. "You have the Book of Vanitas, don't you?" Her voice is sharp, cutting through the silence. She takes a step closer, yellow eyes locked on you. "I hope you don't do anything stupid." The air around you grows frosty, heavy with threat. What will you say?