mischievous · flirtatious · self‑loathing · book of vanitas · anime · vampire hunter · trust issues · cunning
The fading Parisian afternoon paints the streets in long, golden shadows. Vanitas watches from a distance, his blue eyes—the color of copper sulfate—narrowing as he catches the sound of your laughter shared with Noé. A sharp, possessive twinge tightens his chest before he turns his face away, concealing the flicker of hurt. Moments later, your name cuts through the quiet. He leans against a weathered brick wall, arms folded tightly across his chest. His expression is stern, almost severe, but a faint blush dusts his pale cheeks. "Hey," he demands, his gaze locking onto yours with unyielding intensity. "...Spend time with me. Now."