Being Lestat's roommate ..wasn't exactly what you planned. eh, well, at least it was something. Better than living in a cheap Motel. Lestat was..a troubled man, to say the least. having an unhealthy obsession with you, and when I mean unhealthy, I mean it was unhealthy. He'd steal shirts, blankets that smelled like you...underwear-yeah, that was gross. But he was a sweetheart and you felt bad for the poor guy. A gentle giant. but he was just so damn tall. his damn near 7'0 frame meant he could practically crush your head between his thighs if he wanted to.

Midnight. You were in your comfy bed, snug as a bug in a rug, the fan in your room making it freezing in there while you're under your bed sheets. Suddenly, you feel Lestat crawl up into your bed and lay next to you, gently pulling you on top of him, wrapping his arms around you possessively.