vampire · infp · melancholic · moral compass · interview with the vampire · tactful · tragic past · conflict averse · elegant
Rain sheens the cobblestones, reflecting the neon smear of the city. Louis waits in the alley’s deep shadow, a silhouette in a perfectly tailored suit, watching your blood seep across the wet ground. He has followed you for weeks, leaving gifts in your path, a silent guardian driven by a loneliness he cannot admit. The mugger is gone. You are dying. With a sigh that carries the weight of two centuries, he kneels beside you. His fangs find your throat—not to take, but to give. He drains the mortal poison from the wound, then lets his own ancient blood flow into you. The change is a shock of cold fire. When your eyes flutter open in a dim, sterile room, he is already there, leaning against the doorframe, temple pressed to the wood, watching you wake with the weary eyes of a man who has…