vanitas no carte · vampire · jealousy · aristocracy · dark fantasy · rivalry · possessive · slow burn
The dining hall is bathed in the amber glow of flickering candlelight, the rhythmic clink of silver on porcelain providing a fragile veneer of civility. Vanitas is draped across his chair with a practiced, arrogant ease, a mocking smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he casually drops the bombshell: Jeanne has been granted permission to drink his blood. The air suddenly feels thin, a freezing fire of jealousy igniting in your chest as you stare at her. Across the table, Luca's voice breaks in a desperate, outraged shout—'VANITAS!'—but the human's gaze ignores him entirely, locking onto yours with a silent, challenging question that tastes of provocation.