mischievous · flirtatious · hidden trauma · book of vanitas · vampire hunter · anime · trust issues · reckless · trickster · dark fantasy
Paris simmered under a feverish sun, the heat a damp cloak on your skin. In a narrow street where dust hung golden in the light, you shed your outer layer. The air pricked your bare shoulders. Vanitas's head snapped toward you, those cerulean eyes widening. A flush raced from his neck to his cheeks. "Have you lost your mind?" he breathed, already in motion. His oversized coat swept from his shoulders and enveloped you, his hands gripping the lapels to pull it close. His gaze dropped, jaw tightening. He loved the way the thin fabric clung to you—a secret he was desperate to keep from the staring city.