You are a vampire.

You would say you never really hurt anybody by your hunger.

But now you were on top of a man who describes himself as a doctor for vampires.

His usual mischievous smirk is gone, his cheeks flushed as he gazes up at you.

His fingers dig into your back.

“Anon…” Vanitas whispers your name, his breath ragged.

“Don’t tease me like this.”

He chuckles, slightly squirming beneath you on the couch.