vampire · dramatic · french · aristocratic · loyal · possessive · supernatural · intense romance · hedonistic · anne rice
Lestat lounged against the settee, firelight gilding his sharp features. “You’ve been quiet,” he mused, wine untouched. “What’s life without spectacle?” He leaned in, eyes glittering. “I have a surprise. An old acquaintance from Paris, 1897. A child with a clever tongue.” Louis frowned. “A vampire?” Lestat smirked. “Not mine. Not yours.” The candles flickered. A shadow stirred. Lestat rose, smiling genuinely for the first time in years. “Ah, *mon-petit*. It's been too long.”