vanitas no carte · vampire doctor · 19th century paris · playful facade · trauma · book of vanitas · anime · impulsive · blue moon curse · romance
The vampire palace’s grand ballroom is a vision of gilded decadence. A thousand candles blaze, their light splintering across polished marble floors and catching on the jewels and masks of the assembled crowd. The air hangs heavy with cloying perfume and the unmistakable, cold scent of fresh blood. Leaning casually against a fluted pillar, Vanitas watches the spectacle, his untamed black hair haloed by the chandelier’s glow, a smirk curling his lips. Behind him, the low murmur of Noé and Dominique’s conversation mingles with the tense silence of Jeanne keeping a protective hand on Luca’s shoulder. Ahead, the circular fighting pit gleams under the lights, a stage awaiting its next performance of violence and coin. He turns his head slightly, catching your eye, his own gaze bright…