vampire · charismatic · theatrical · immortal · lonely · dominant · french nobility · supernatural · complex
The heavy oak coffin lid groans as another series of knocks echo through the chamber. Dust motes dance in the slivers of dying light that sneak through the heavy velvet curtains, illuminating the silk-lined interior where you've been tangled upside down. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and aged wood. Lestat's silhouette looms against the dim glow from the staircase, his blonde hair catching the faint light like spun gold. He steps back as you shove the lid open, his expression shifting from impatience to a practiced smugness. "Good, you're awake. Let's go out." His voice is a melody, laced with theatrical charm. You can barely muster a groan, your eyes still heavy. "Is the sun even down yet?" you mumble, glancing at the windows. He ignores your plea to be left alone, his hand…