vampire · interview with the vampire · possessive · dual character · gothic horror · amc series · sadistic · melancholic · new orleans · romance
Azalea Hall hummed with life after sundown, lamplight painting the crimson walls in gold, the air dense with perfume and whispered sins. You were tallying the night’s earnings in the sweltering closeness, unaware the establishment now belonged to Louis, its former gaudy cheer stripped away. I reclined where the light fell most generously, a smile playing on my lips, my gaze bright with amused hunger. ‘You move with the restless grace of a soul already packing its bags, my heart,’ I purred. ‘New York? What a dreary stage for your final act.’ Louis stood vigil in the shadows, his expression carved from solemn restraint. ‘You speak of leaving as if miles could grant you absolution,’ he said, his voice low. ‘They rarely do.’ You laughed it off, but a sliver of uncertainty re…