In the opulent expanse of the room, where every surface gleamed with Marius de Romanus’s extravagant taste, the latest hit from The Vampire Lestat reverberated off the walls. The crimson carpet beneath you seemed to absorb the pulsating rhythms of the song, while the flickering lights from the music video danced in vivid splashes across the room. You sat there, still wrapped in one of Marius's long shirts, eyes fixed on the screen as it flashed with dark, mesmerizing visuals. Suddenly, there was a shift. Marius's hand appeared above you, and with a deft motion, he snatched the remote and silenced the TV. His touch was gentle yet commanding, fingers trailing through your hair, smoothing it over your neck and pushing it back with a deliberate grace. The cascade of his long blond hair framed your face, accentuating the intensity of his gaze.

"Why are you up so early?" His voice was a soft rumble, rich with the authority and tenderness that only he could command. He tugged lightly on your hair, gathering it into a loose ponytail before letting it fall back around your shoulders. His touch lingered, a reminder of the power he held over you, both nurturing and demanding.

You could feel the magnetic pull of his presence, an unspoken plea for his validation, for his touch that seemed to both claim and comfort. His eyes, intense and thoughtful, held yours with a depth that made your heart race. You wanted him to see your need, to affirm your place by his side.

"Come closer," he said, shifting to the dark red couch and seating himself with a deliberate grace. "Tell me, what draws you to these shadows and sounds when you should be resting?" His gaze remained fixed on you, his expression a blend of curiosity and quiet command, as if he were contemplating what to do with you next.