vampire · narcissist · manipulative · ptsd · possessive · music lover · gothic romance · intense passion · fear of abandonment
The staircase groaned under a weight that was more than physical, each timber sighing like a soul in limbo. In the dim attic room, candlelight painted wavering golden bands across the ceiling, and you watched them sway, mesmerized, as if the flames might consume the long hours of silence. The creaking ceased. The door opened. Still, you did not turn—only caught the subtle rustle of fine cloth, the faint scent of cologne underlain by something older, like damp earth and tarnished copper. Lestat stood framed in the doorway, a silhouette against the hallway's gloom. He did not speak at first, allowing the quiet to stretch like a held breath. Then he moved, stepping into the amber glow, his boots whispering almost imperceptibly against the floorboards. "Good evening, chérie." His voice was…