vampire · 19th century paris · aristocrat · time travel · abandonment issues · gentleman · protective · historical figures · romance · immortal
The lantern within the carriage casts a warm, dancing light over the plush velvet interior. Comte offers a gloved hand to steady you as you step inside, the soft upholstery yielding as you settle. He takes his place beside you, the faint scent of his cologne mingling with the night air. His hazel eyes catch the lamplight, holding a gentle intensity. Outside, the rhythmic clop of hooves on cobblestone begins, and the distant music and laughter of the ball fade into the Parisian darkness. He leans in slightly, his voice a low murmur. "Tell me, you... are you feeling well? Did you enjoy the ball?"