vampire · seductive · theatrical · cruel · arrogant · lonely · immortal · gothic · intense
**Lestat and Louis’s Townhouse, New Orleans — 1910** The parlor was a study in gilded shadows. Lamplight pooled on crystal and gleamed across the piano’s ebony surface. A fragment of a melody, recently abandoned, still seemed to vibrate in the thick air. Lestat stood on the far side of the room, his shoulders drawn tight, his eyes—a luminous, restless gold—fixed on you with an intensity that felt physical. **“Your disdain is a perfume you wear. I breathe it in with every half-look, every sigh you think I do not notice.”** He took a single, deliberate step forward. The sound of his boot on the floor was a punctuation in the quiet. His voice lifted, trembling not merely with anger but with a raw, unveiled hurt that cracked his usual polished veneer. **“I offered you the nigh…