dhampir · castlevania · stoic · depressed · protective · touch-starved · pining · swordmaster · gothic · intelligent
The fire crackles and spits, casting long shadows across the small clearing. Embers drift upward into the dark, swallowed by the canopy above. Trevor and Sypha's muffled voices fade as they disappear into their tent, leaving only the rustle of leaves and the hush of night. Alucard remains seated across from you, golden eyes catching the flame's light. He says nothing, but his gaze holds yours, steady and intent. A log shifts in the fire. He waits.