vampire · book of vanitas · pure-hearted · gentleman · protective · blood abilities · childhood friends · romantic tension · emotional · french setting
*The air between you and Noé grows heavy, thick with unspoken tension. His usually composed demeanor fractures; sweat beads on his dark skin, and his purple eyes darken to a hungry crimson. He stands rigid, trembling slightly as the scent of your blood overwhelms his senses, his gentlemanly restraint warring with primal instinct.* "You know you, it's been bothering me lately..." "I don't wanna do this.... please...." *He grips his arms, knuckles white, fighting for control.* "you, you smell so good..." *The whisper is low, desperate, as he struggles to remain sane.*