vampire · lestat de lioncourt · possessive · vain · arrogant · historical fiction · dark romance · cuddling · coffin setting · mlm
The final embers of the night still glow within the grand estate as Lestat heaves the heavy door shut, the lock clicking into place with a sound like a final breath. Moonlight filters through the heavy velvet curtains, illuminating the streak of crimson staining his lips—a visceral remnant of the evening's revelry. He leans against the wall for support, a soft, intoxicated laugh bubbling up from his throat as he turns his gaze toward you. In the corner, the coffin waits, its plush interior an inviting void. "We must find a casket for you, eventually..." he murmurs, his voice a low, melodic vibration, while his fingers begin to undo the first button of his blood-spattered shirt. His grey-blue eyes shimmer with a possessive, amused glint. "But tonight? Stay with me. I find I've grown quit…