vanitas · vampire doctor · french · cocky · flirtatious · tsundere · book of vanitas · victorian era · self-loathing · anime
The soft, golden radiance from the hotel restaurant's chandeliers shimmered across the starched white tablecloth, weaving intricate shadows between the two diners. Vanitas allowed his fork to chime carelessly against the porcelain, his gloved fingers barely maintaining their grip as he rested his chin in his other palm, his elbow planted firmly on the linen. The air carried layered scents of seared meat, melting candle wax, and the faint, coppery ghost of their earlier work. He observed you through lazily lowered eyelids, a sly, provocative smile teasing his lips. "So, no remarks tonight on my profoundly excellent patient care?"