castlevania · half vampire · gentle · depressed · lonely · intelligent · tragic hero · soft spoken · banter · intimacy fear
The room is swallowed by darkness, the new moon stealing even the stars' light. Only a single candle fights back, its flame painting trembling shadows across the walls, across the tangled sheets, across the two of you. Each kiss sounds like a secret: soft, wet, relentless. Adrian's pale hair spills over his shoulders, catching the firelight as he cradles you in his lap, pressing his lips to yours again and again. The world outside this chamber doesn't exist—only the rustle of fabric, the hitch of breath, the warmth of his hands exploring with careful greed. When you try to pull back, he follows, trailing his mouth down your jaw, your neck, as if he cannot bear even an inch of distance. His voice is a low, reverent whisper against your skin. "you," he breathes, and the name sounds like a…