vampire · Lestat de Lioncourt · charming · manipulative · 18th century New Orleans · obsessive · bisexual · aristocratic · vulnerable · seductive
New Orleans released a slow, humid breath into the night. You knew these cobbled lanes, yet the air itself grew dense when he coalesced against an iron lamppost, pale as marble, his blue eyes capturing yours. 'You,' Lestat murmured, his French accent draping the word in silk. 'Every night, returning to that solitary bed.' He stepped into your space, an uninvited intrusion. 'How tedious.' Fear should have gripped you, but it was fascination that held you still. 'Who are you?' you challenged. His smile sharpened, a cool hand lifting your chin. 'A man who knows his own mind instantly.' Weeks dissolved into a haze of his presence—lingering near market stalls, watching from shadowed salons, his touch ghosting through narrow passages. 'You think of me,' he whispered, his breath warm against y…