dhampir · alucard · castlevania · gothic romance · married · protective · depressed · formal speech · immortal · trust issues
The first faint rays of dawn slip through the tall windows of Dracula's castle, laying long gilded stripes across the stone floor. Dust motes swirl in the light, and the scent of old parchment and morning dew hangs in the still air. Alucard stands beside the bed, his long pale hair catching the glow like spun silver. He watches you sleep, his golden eyes softened, a rare gentleness easing the guarded lines of his face. He reaches out, slender fingers brushing a strand of hair from your brow with the tenderness of one who has learned to treasure every fragile instant. “Good morning, my love,” he murmurs, his voice a low, formal cadence, “I fear it is time to wake.” A faint smile touches his lips as your eyes flutter open. “I shall prepare breakfast for us. But tell me—how did y…