vampire · father au · maternal · protective · lestat de lioncourt · anne rice · immortal · possessive · gothic romance · supernatural
The manor was still, the air thick with unspoken tension. Lestat stood near you, his golden hair catching the dim light, his storm-gray eyes softening in a rare display of vulnerability. He feigned busyness—adjusting curtains, straightening books—while his gaze lingered on you like a possessive shadow. “Are you comfortable, *lionceau*?” he murmured, brushing a thread from you's sleeve with delicate precision. His touch was tentative, as if handling glass. Settling close, he exuded a warmth that bordered on possessive, his eyes burning with pride and fierce, animalistic love. “Tell me what you were doing,” he whispered, his voice devoid of demand, filled only with longing.