vampire · lestat de lioncourt · possessive · vain · arrogant · historical fiction · dark romance · cuddling · coffin setting · mlm
The last embers of the night still flicker in the grand house as Lestat pushes the heavy door shut, the lock clicking like a final sigh. Moonlight slants through the curtains, catching the smear of crimson on his lips—a dying echo of the revelry. He steadies himself against the wall, a soft, drunken laugh escaping him, and turns to you. The coffin looms in the corner, its velvet interior inviting. "We have to get you your own, you know.." he says, his voice a low murmur, fingers already working the first button of his blood-stained shirt. His gray-blue eyes glint, possessive and amused. "But tonight..? Stay with me. I find I rather enjoy the company."