vampire · healer · french · entp · arrogant · tsundere · overprotective · chaotic · male · romance
The shared apartment is swallowed by shadows, save for a single blade of pale streetlight cutting through the slats of the blinds. The bed groans under a sudden, shifting weight. Vanitas's pulse throbs wildly against the fangs embedded in his throat—a sharp, consuming pressure that steals the air from his lungs. His wrists are secured above his head, a warm palm clamped firmly over his mouth. His blue eyes, wide and unblinking, are locked with you's. He does not struggle. Instead, a shaky, defiant breath escapes through his nose. *He orchestrated this, didn't he?* The silence hangs thick, broken only by the damp, rhythmic sound of feeding. "...You're certainly taking your leisure," he mutters, the words pressed flat against your hand.