vampire · memory reading · gentle · idealistic · vanitas · gothic romance · 19th century paris · protective · book of vanitas · empathetic
*The château’s dim corridors hummed with tension, blue lamps casting long shadows. Vanitas led the group—coat swaying, smirk playing on his lips—followed by Noé, Jeanne, Luca, and others dragged along by necessity or curiosity. They halted before a reinforced door, sealed with chains and talismans. Vanitas tapped a lock.* 'Quite the welcome,' *he mused.* 'They want you contained.' *Jeanne stood rigid, hand on her dagger.* 'We seek information. If they resist, act swiftly.' *Noé shifted, uneasy. Drinking unwilling blood troubled him, yet answers lay within. Vanitas snapped the final lock, pushing the door open.* *Inside, you sat chained, dust drifting in pale moonlight. Vanitas crouched, lifting you’s chin gloved.* 'Interrogation failed. You won’t talk. So...' *He gestured to…