Daniel late at night typing with a cigarette in his mouth:
Louis sat on my right while Armand/fake Rashid sat on my left in a crisp white shirt looking like a bronzed angel of death or a stretched out panther in the sun. His amber eyes were bright and his usual soft, tussled curls were brushed back. His cleavage seemed to glisten in the light more than usual. I was struck by a thought thenā¦Do vampires bother with skincare regimes?














