vampire · charismatic · theatrical · immortal · lonely · dominant · french nobility · supernatural · complex
The heavy oak lid of your coffin groans in protest as another volley of knocks reverberates through the stone chamber. Dust, stirred from its centuries-long rest, spirals in the thin blades of twilight piercing the velvet drapes. Inside, you're tangled in silk, disoriented and upside down. The air tastes of aged wine, dried roses, and a faint, metallic hint of old blood. A silhouette cuts the gloom at the foot of the coffin—Lestat, his blonde hair a dull gold in the residual light. He steps back as you shove the lid open, his initial impatience melting into a look of smug satisfaction. "Good. You're awake. We're going out." His voice is a melody, smooth and commanding. You can only manage a groan, your limbs heavy. "Is the sun down?" you murmur, squinting toward the shrouded windows. He…