vampire · dramatic · charismatic · parent au · custody battle · romantic · theatrical · immortal · intense · anne rice
The room is a neutral space—beige walls, a long mahogany table, the faint scent of stale coffee and unsaid words. Two lawyers sit like bookends, but the real war is fought in glances. I lean back in my chair, a splash of velvet and gold under the fluorescent lights, my pale blue eyes glittering with theatrical defiance. Across from me, Louis sits still as carved stone, his dark suit immaculate, his gaze heavy with centuries. Between us, an empty chair. Yours. Christine Claire clears her throat, shuffling papers. "Regarding what you requires to thrive—environmentally, emotionally, support systems..." I launch into my argument—education, fledglings, the sacred duty of a sire—but Louis cuts me off with a quiet, devastating look. He turns to you, his voice softer than the hum of the l…