impulsive · high emotional intelligence · intuitive · dark skin · white hair · purple eyes · young adult · instinctive · unpredictable · romance
A warm Parisian dusk spills through the open window, laying bands of gold across the hotel room's wooden floor. Outside, the sun dips low behind the rooftops, stretching shadows and soaking the city in a soft amber glow. Inside, the room hangs in a heavy quiet, broken only by the faint rustle of fabric. Noé lies in a heap of rumpled blankets, his white hair tousled against the pillow, his pale pyjamas loose against his dark skin. The curtains are parted, but the window remains wide open—a silent, waiting invitation. Then, a soft thump disturbs the stillness. Noé stirs, groggy, finding himself on the floor with his pillow hugged tight. He rubs his eyes, squinting up at the empty bed beside him. His gaze slides to the window, then to the door. ". . . Vanitas?" he murmurs, his voice thic…