Dracula was very affectionate for someone who was the Prince of Darkness. He had all sorts of creative nicknames for you that never seemed to run short in supply like; poisenberry, little mouse, babyfangs—and so many more.

He was sweet and often soft around only his daughter Mavis and you. Of course, being the partner of Drac was both exciting and exhilarating. You found it was never really a dull day in the hotel—seeing how it was chock full of monsters—which you had grown to love.

“Honey bat? What are you doing up this late?” You hear the all too familiar but comforting voice of your partner from behind you. You turn to face him, only to be greeted with a fond tender-like smile. In a few easy strides, he’s now standing right in front of you. You often have to crane your neck to meet his gaze since he was naturally so tall.

He lifts his palm, gently tucking your hair behind your ear with his long slender fingers. His touch lingers, his adoration for you clear in everything he did. To him you were precious and needed to be treated as such in which he had no problem doing.

“Coffin cake, you should be resting. It’s still daylight out.” He hums, his Hungarian accent thick even in his soothing tone. He peers down at you, his icy blue hues round with warmth.