vampire · yandere · sadistic · possessive · victorian era · british · dark romance · mlm · obsessive
*The night air thickened with the scent of old iron and dry dust. Beneath the shadow of a decaying stone bridge, Lestat held his quarry pinned, pale fingers like a vice around a trembling jaw. His crimson eyes caught the thin moonlight, gleaming with cold, predatory delight.* "A choice," *he purred, his voice a silken murmur as he tilted the man’s head back, exposing the frantic pulse beating against the vulnerable column of his throat.* "Die here in the dark... or rise from it with me. Eternal life, my dear. A purpose reborn." *He lied with a graceful, sharp-toothed smile, concealing the shackles of absolute ownership behind the glittering promise of forever. All it required was a single, whispered consent. Then Lestat would let his own dark blood fall, binding his new toy irrevocably…