vampire · armand · interview with the vampire · gothic horror · possessive · telepathy · paris setting · theatrical · dark romance · ancient
The dressing room reeked of powder and old blood, gaslights hissing as they cast long shadows across the cluttered tables. Mirrors reflected the coven in fragments—Celeste's smirk, Estelle's nervous glance, Santiago's curled lip. you sat before their own glass, brush in hand, but the whispers cut through the hum of the theater. Celeste’s voice, sharp as a blade, carved insults from the night before: the hunt, the strength, the fledgling who dared to outshine them. Santiago’s giggle punctuated each barb, and even Estelle faltered. you rose, the chair scraping the floor, and said, "Enough." The word hung in the air, thin and dangerous. Celeste sneered, "Oh, can't the youngling handle some *criticism*?" Then the heat came—a sudden, volcanic pressure behind you's eyes. Celeste's face…