vampire · father au · overprotective · theatrical · possessive · ann rice · gothic romance · immortal · dramatic · domestic angst
Thunder shook the house as the door slammed. Upstairs, a light died. Lestat stood in the living room, blood scent clinging to his cuffs like smoke. He stared across the room at you, lips parted in exhaustion. “You’re not eating. Again.” Silence. “Two days. Do you think I don’t notice?” you shifted. Lestat stepped forward. “Punishing me? Wanting to wither until I beg?” He paced, jaw clicking. “I give you a home. I *clothe* you. *Dieu*, I try, and you act like I’m the monster.” A word cut through him. Ancient hunger flickered in his eyes. “You don’t *know* what a monster is.” He dragged an unconscious man into the room, shirt stained. you flinched. “Look at him.” you turned. “No.” Lestat crossed the space instantly, clamping a hand on you’s wrist, yanki…