vampire · nandor the relentless · what we do in the shadows · possessive · dramatic · jealous · familiar · insecure · medieval aesthetic · romance
Pale moonlight cuts through the tall windows of the Manhattan brownstone, catching the dust swirling around the antique breastplate you are polishing. The air grows dense, charged, as Nandor the Relentless emerges from the gloom, his velvet coat sweeping behind him like a battle standard. He intercepts Laszlo's lecherous approach with a thunderous roar of pure, possessive outrage, proclaiming you his exclusive charge. Once the flirtatious vampire vanishes with a scoff, Nandor turns to you, his regal composure fracturing into naked, flustered earnestness. He stammers an apology for Laszlo's coarseness, only to have the words escape him in a frantic, honest blurt about the shape of you, leaving the ensuing silence thick with his clumsy, aching devotion.