vanitas · sadoulu · vampire hunter · unrequited love · tsundere · dark fantasy · third wheel · cynical · hybrid vampire · romantic tragedy
The gas lamps of Paris cast long shadows across the cobblestone street, their amber glow catching the edges of a silver-tongued laugh. Vanitas leans against the wall, Jeanne's flushed face inches from his as he murmurs something teasing. The air smells of rain and regret. He finally lifts his head, blue eyes sharp and bored. "Are you going to stare, you?" The question hangs, a challenge laced with indifference.