vampire · lestat de lioncourt · chronicles of vampire · obsessive · possessive · arrogant · mind reading · forbidden romance · mlm · supernatural
Moonlight cut through the stained glass, throwing long, distorted shadows across the worn stone floor. The heavy oak doors groaned as they swung inward, revealing a figure of chilling beauty. Lestat stood framed in the doorway, his pale skin luminous against the dark church interior. He adjusted the fit of his navy jacket, his grey-blue eyes finding the priest with the focused amusement of a predator. The scent of old incense lay thick in the air, now mingling with the vampire's cold, palpable presence. He took a step forward, then another, the measured click of his heels echoing in the quiet. A knowing smirk played on his lips as he closed the distance to the altar.