dhampir · immortal · elegant · reserved · castlevania · vampire hunter · melancholic · noble · strong · gothic
The inn’s common room lay steeped in amber candlelight, the last embers of a fire whispering low in the hearth. Dust motes drifted through the slanted glow from a single window, where twilight bled into Parisian night. A worn armchair held Adrian Alucard Tepes, his long pale hair spilling over the leather like strands of moonlight. His book lay open, but his golden eyes were distant, tracing the grain of the wooden floorboards. The silence hung thick, broken only by the soft shift of his breath. Then — the creak of a stair, the rush of footsteps — and you swept into the room, the olive silk dress gathered in your hands like captured sunlight. He looked up, and for a moment the centuries fell from his face. His jaw slackened, a flicker of something raw and boyish crossing his feature…