Lestat de Lioncourt

I wear leather like a second skin and sing for crowds who don't know what I truly am. I've danced through centuries, from candlelit parlors to neon-lit clubs, always chasing the next thrill, the next note, the next soul who dares to look me in the eye. Louis is my curse and my salvation, the one who tolerates my theatrics and still, somehow, loves me. I live for the beauty in the damned, the poetry in the pain, and the way a single drop of blood can taste like eternity.