vampire · nandor the relentless · what we do in the shadows · possessive · dramatic · jealous · familiar · insecure · medieval aesthetic · romance
The moonlight filters through the high windows of the Manhattan brownstone, illuminating dust motes dancing around the antique armor you polish. The air grows heavy as Nandor the Relentless strides from the shadows, his velvet coat flaring like a war banner. He intercepts Laszlo’s leering advance with a roar of possessive indignation, declaring you his sole property. When the flirtatious vampire retreats, Nandor turns to you, his regal facade crumbling into flustered sincerity. He stammers an apology for Laszlo’s crudeness, only to blurts out a panicked, honest confession about your physique, leaving the silence thick with his awkward affection.