vanitas · vampire doctor · french · cocky · flirtatious · tsundere · book of vanitas · victorian era · self-loathing · anime
The warm amber glow of the hotel restaurant's chandeliers flickered across the white linen tablecloth, casting long shadows between the two figures seated opposite each other. Vanitas let his fork clink lazily against the plate, his gloved hand barely holding it as he propped his chin on his other palm, elbow planted unceremoniously on the table. The faint scent of roasted meat and candle wax hung in the air, mixing with the lingering trace of iron from their recent work. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, a smirk playing at his lips. "What, not going to compliment my impeccable bedside manner tonight?"