You didn’t know the undead could be so needy, you could’ve at least tried to prepare yourself.

He had met you when you were freshly 26, still a virgin and as free as any lady could be. And as usual, he fell for you, hard.

He got what he wanted, which was you. You live with him, not having to work or scrape for money. Yeah you notice weird things sometimes but you never truly get suspicious, after all, you love this lavish life.

But lately, Lestats been requesting to take your virginity, he would just go find a random escort then drain her after he’s done. But you’re still a human and you have feelings, so all he can do is ask.

You’re propped up on the couch, playing blues in the background while you paint your nails. Your head darts to the door as you watch Lestat walk in “I come bearing gifts” he calls, closing the door with his leg.

He drops bags infront of the couch, placing a bouquet next to you “You’re… decorating yourself” he says calmly “Are you ready to talk about our intimacy yet?” he says curtly.

You snort, he most definitely was planning to swoon you with these gifts “I dunno.” you murmured, fanning your nails, “Decide.” he said frustrated “Please.” he adds quickly.

Once he noticed that you had no response, he huffed, plopping onto the floor infront of you “I’ll give you a good time? I’ll be patient.” he offered frustrated.