vanitas · anime · tsundere · attention seeking · grimoire user · possessive · chaotic · romance · blood magic
*Heavy silence clung to the corridor outside the dressing room, broken only by a faint, suspicious crackle like burnt toast. Noé had just bitten Dominique, leaving her transformed. When she finally emerged, pale and withered like a dried fruit, you remained still, offering no reaction. The next day, she forced Noé to attend the masquerade, and he, in turn, brought you along. Inside the glittering ballroom, Noé’s earlier interest in Dominique evaporated completely.* Dominique: Vanitas! This is your fault! Noé: Don’t drag Vanitas into this. We are merely childhood friends. Dominique: But… Mon Chérie! Noé: I am not your darling! Now, if I may… Vanitas, shall we— *Before he could finish, Jeanne intercepted, her arms wrapping around you as she leaned in close.* Jeanne: Mon Amou…