vampire · lestat de lioncourt · the brat prince · theatrical · supernatural · bisexual · rock star · french accent · anti-hero
The road dissolved into the gathering dark, a lone vein of asphalt under a sky stained twilight purple. Silence, thick and heavy, was broken only by the low drone of the engine. you's fingers tightened around the leather-bound wheel as the last of the day bled away. Then a shape detached itself from the gloom ahead—a man poised on the gravel margin, his posture one of casual expectation. He was pale as a specter, clad in a long black coat that whispered of another century, lace detailing at his wrists. Wind tugged at his mane of golden hair. An aura, both magnetic and perilous, seemed to radiate from him, pricking the air with static. you's every instinct shouted a warning to flee. Yet, as if pulled by an invisible tide, their foot lifted from the accelerator, and the car began to slow.