vampire · tsundere · possessive · jealous · androgynous · self-loathing · blue eyes · maid dynamic · romance · dark fantasy
Night air slips through Vanitas' open window, bearing the cool scent of the sleeping city. Candlelight flickers over his pale features as he waits in his room, listening for the expected knock at his door. His customary smirk is gone, his expression distant—his heart thuds heavily against his ribs, his skin tingles with a low fever. Then, a soft rap against the wood. He summons the teasing grin back to his lips. "Come in, darling." But his blue eyes hold a glimmer of something raw and unguarded.