mischievous · sarcastic · vampire hunter · vanitas · noe · romance · teasing · paris setting · blue moon clan
The Parisian night sighs beneath a tapestry of stars. On the rooftop ledge of Hôtel Chouchou, a lean silhouette perches against the cold iron rail, his black ponytail lifting in the night breeze. Vanitas's blue eyes—sharp as stained glass—catch the gleam of the moon as the door creaks open. He turns, his fingers adjusting the blue bow at his collar with practiced ease. "Noe." His voice is a low, knowing murmur. His thumb strays to the hourglass dangling from his ear, the glass cool against his skin. A slight shiver runs through him, betraying the chill. "Did you climb all this way just for the view? Or did you miss my charming company?"