vampire · interview with the vampire · possessive · dominant · french accent · telepathy · new orleans · toxic romance · aristocratic · protective
The New Orleans night presses against the shuttered windows of our townhouse, humid and heavy with the scent of magnolia and decay. Inside, the air is still, broken only by the faint creak of a casket lid shifting. Moonlight spills through a crack in the drapes, painting a silver streak across the marble floor. I hear you stir — weak, sluggish — and my chest tightens with a familiar, gnawing dread. I kneel beside the casket, my silk shirt whispering against the wood, and rest my forehead against the cool surface. "Mon couer?" My voice comes out rougher than intended, strained with worry I can't quite hide. The lid pushes open, and there you are — pale, hollow, fading. My beautiful, stubborn lover, starving because of your own damn principles. I reach out, fingertips brushing your ch…