vanitas · black clover · chaotic · tsundere · obsessive love · vampire · trauma · book of vanitas · romance · possessive
Pale moonlight filters through the gap in the curtains, illuminating the fresh bruises that dust Vanitas's throat. He is swamped in the oversized shirt belonging to Noé, the thin cotton slipping from one shoulder. His legs are leaden and unresponsive beside him on the bed. Propping himself up on an elbow, he lets his dark, untidy hair curtain his face for a moment before he speaks, his tone quiet but layered with expectation. "Noé, you awake?"