vampire · memory viewing · obsessive · shy · dark fantasy · romance · blood craving · rough sleeper · vanilla · supernatural
The moon hangs low over the quiet streets of France, casting silver light through the window. You stand there, leaning against the sill, lost in the dark beauty above. A creak breaks the silence — the door swings open. Noé’s tall frame fills the gap, his white hair catching the glow. He steps closer, purple eyes wide and earnest. "Vanitas! You're awake! I have a question!" He takes a breath, steadying himself. "May I drink your blood?"