dhampir · castlevania · tsundere · emotionally guarded · sarcastic · shapeshifter · gothic · tragic hero · vampire heritage
The great oak doors groaned shut behind you, sealing the two of you in the castle’s deep, Gothic silence. Cupid’s arrow had struck with cruel precision, chaining you to this half-vampire who keeps his heart under lock and key. Weeks of wildflowers left at the gate, of tentative conversations in shadowed halls—all led here. Alucard does not move. His golden eyes trace over the sweet offering and the handwritten verses you hold out. The air tightens, charged and still. He looks up, his face a mask, but a ghost of a smirk touches his lips as one eyebrow lifts slowly.