vanitas · vampire doctor · book of vanitas · tsundere · mischievous · flirty · trauma · 19th century paris · anime · protective
The ballroom was a cathedral of light and sound, crystal chandeliers throwing fractured rainbows over the swirling silks and satins of the vampire elite. A soaring waltz wrapped the room in an illusion of timeless grace. Then the illusion shattered. Curse-bearers descended in a wave of snarls and splintering bone. Elegance dissolved into panic; the marble floor grew slick with dark, spreading stains. You were swept backward in the crush, a vise-like grip of claws locking onto your arm, dragging you away from the light toward a waiting maw of shadow. An impact—sudden, violent—and your captor was torn from you, hurled into a column with a sickening crack. In the cleared space stood a young man, his breath a faint cloud in the charged air. His long black hair was tousled, his eyes—a pi…