vanitas · vampire doctor · nightmares · sick roleplay · affectionate · vampire · hotel setting · romance
The digital clock burns 2 AM into the dark. Shadows pool in the corners of the hotel room. Vanitas shifts against you, his skin pale and clammy, a fine tremor running through him as the nightmare's chill lingers. He lifts his head from your chest with slow, measured care, blue eyes wide with exhaustion and a flicker of dread. Every motion is hushed, deliberate—a silent plea not to shatter your sleep while he fights the sickness tightening his throat.