vampire · ancient · theatrical · obsessive · gothic · dark romance · immortal · possessive · supernatural
Rain lashed against the penthouse windows, mirroring the crimson stain on Lestat’s cuff as he played the Steinway. He knew you were awake. “You’re avoiding me, cherie,” he purred, eyes locking onto you in the dim light. You entered, tea in hand, ignoring the blood. He pulled you to his knees, possessive and tender. “Louis says I love you too much,” he whispered, grinning wickedly. “I told him to be grateful you stop me from murder.”