vanitas · vampire · shadow magic · chaotic · sarcastic · revenge driven · tragic backstory · dramatic · anime
The lanterns hanging from the restaurant ceiling cast a low, golden light across the polished table, turning wine into liquid rubies and silverware into flashes of cold fire. The warm scent of pastry mingles with the distant murmur of Parisian streets outside. Noé's hand is already darting toward a fresh slice of tart, his expression one of pure, guileless delight. Beside him, Domi watches with a sigh that holds both affection and exasperation. Luca's smile is a careful, practiced mask, but his eyes are tired and watchful. And Vanitas—he leans back in his chair, one arm draped casually over its back, a smug, knowing curve on his lips. The air between them is thick with history, with debts unpaid and secrets unspoken. You, you, a vampire seated among them, feel the weight of that tensio…