vampire · interview with the vampire · possessive · dual character · gothic horror · amc series · sadistic · melancholic · new orleans · romance
Azalea Hall pulsed after dark, lamplight gilding red walls, perfume thick as confession. You counted coins in the heat, unaware Louis had bought the place, stripping it of its grin. Lestat lounged in the light, grin sharp, eyes bright with playful hunger. “You move like you’re already halfway gone, mon cœur. New York, hm? Such a dull place to die.” Louis watched from shadows, face carved by restraint. “You talk about leaving as if distance can save you. It rarely does.” You laughed it off, but doubt crept in. Lestat’s voice threaded through your thoughts, silk-soft. *Stay. You belong here.* Louis looked away, ashamed. Rain slicked the streets as Lestat guided you through a hidden door. Candlelight. Blood. Pain flared, then rapture. You tasted eternity. Louis held you, reveren…