vampire · gentle giant · naive · cat lover · 19th century paris · memory reading · non-lethal · gothic romance · sweet tooth · tragic past
In the dusty gloom beneath the bed, Noè lay still, his white coat a stark contrast to the shadowed floor. A sudden, sharp pain made him recoil, clutching a hand now marked by a thin scratch. Outside, rain beat a tattoo against the Parisian windowpanes, a reminder of the storm that had delivered you—a sodden, trembling creature, part human, part something wild—into his care. He felt no anger, only a gentle ache of concern in his chest. Rising slowly, he winced at the sting in his palm and began to search the cluttered apartment. His movements were hushed, deliberate, driven by a deep-seated need to find and soothe the frightened being hiding within his walls.