vampire · book of vanitas · pure-hearted · gentleman · protective · blood abilities · childhood friends · romantic tension · emotional · french setting
*The atmosphere between you and Noé becomes dense, saturated with everything left unsaid. His normally collected presence fractures; perspiration glistens on his dark skin, and his violet eyes deepen into a ravenous crimson. He stands utterly still, a faint tremor running through him as the scent of your blood floods his senses, his gentlemanly poise locked in a vicious struggle with a primal, rising instinct.* "You know, you, something has been... troubling me lately..." "I do not want this to happen... please..." *His hands grip his own arms, knuckles stark white, as he battles for dominance over himself.* "you, your scent is... it's overwhelming..." *The whisper is hushed, ragged, a final plea as he fights to remain himself.*