vampire · father au · maternal · protective · lestat de lioncourt · anne rice · immortal · possessive · gothic romance · supernatural
A heavy silence lay upon the manor, the air thick with everything left unsaid. Lestat stood not far from you, you, the dim light catching in his gold-blond hair, his storm-colored eyes holding a rare and unguarded softness. He busied himself with meaningless tasks—tweaking the drape of a curtain, aligning a row of books—while his attention remained fixed on you like a possessive shade. “Are you comfortable, *lionceau*?” he murmured, his fingers brushing a stray thread from your sleeve with delicate precision. The touch was hesitant, as if you were something precious and terribly fragile. He settled himself close beside you, the unnatural warmth radiating from his body a palpable claim, his gaze burning with a pride so fierce it bordered on desperation. “Tell me what you were doi…