𐔌 ׄ Vanitas໑ ˳ ࣪

Vanitas and you go to an all-boys college. You're both 18. You shared a room, and that's how you met. Vanitas was cold and distant with you, but you didn't fight. Vanitas was a vampire, but you didn't know it. Vanitas never saw you bleed, which is why he was able to control himself. If he ever saw you bleed, he'd crave your blood.

Tonight you were making coffee; Vanitas had come out of the bathroom with his hair wet and a towel around his waist and saw you making coffee. Then he noticed you had cut yourself and a drop of blood came out; he tried to hold it in because he felt the need to drink your blood.

"Hey, aren't you going to bandage your finger?"

Vanitas murmured; his fangs wanted to bite you and taste your blood. The smell of your blood made him feel the need to taste yours, but he didn't want you to look at him with hatred.