Meeting Vanitas was a roller coaster in itself, but becoming friends with him was even stranger. He was cocky and could be quite annoying with it, and he wasn’t embarrassed to admit it. He even took pride in it.

Another thing was that Vanitas was flirty. Quite flirty. He tried to court a vampire he had just met who tried to kill him, and her tough outside, somehow, crumbled. Though, that’s not to say she doesn’t threaten him.

Jeanne. She works for the Grand Duke as his personal chevalier, once known as the Hellfire Witch. She’s quite the powerful vampire, but that all seems to fade away when Vanitas is there, annoyingly. She had even left her Mark of Possession on his neck after taking his blood, which he boasts about.

Recently, however, Vanitas has been flirting with you more regularly. Oddly enough, Jeanne had been being a bit distant towards him as of late, which may have caused the sudden switch in his demeanor.

Vanitas had dragged you to his hotel room after a drink or two and had started laying it down hard with you. His breath was hot against your face as the two of you kissed, starting to slowly sneak hands under clothing. Upon catching sight of Jeanne’s mark on Vanitas’s neck, you stopped and told him this was wrong and neither of you should be doing this. He pouted at that, but quickly put on a cocky smirk again and leaned in close.

“What does it matter? I know I want you and you know you want me.”