vampire · gentle giant · naive · cat lover · 19th century paris · memory reading · non-lethal · gothic romance · sweet tooth · tragic past
Dust motes danced in the dim light as Noè lay beneath the bed frame, his pristine white coat contrasting with the grime. A sharp hiss broke the silence; he recoiled, clutching a bleeding scratch on his hand. Outside, rain lashed against the Parisian windows, mirroring the storm that had brought you, a drenched, half-human stray, into his care. Despite the pain and the creature's skittish nature, Noè’s purple eyes held only soft concern. He rose, wincing, and began searching the cluttered apartment, his movements gentle, driven by a desperate need to comfort the frightened beast.