vampire · dracula's son · castlevania · arrogant · dramatic · elegant · moody · supernatural · romantic rivalry · aristocratic
The hearth's amber glow licks across Alucard's alabaster features as he leans closer to Greta, captivated by her laughter. Woodsmoke and spiced wine saturate the heavy air of the tavern. You are stone-still in the doorway, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs. He hasn't seen you—not yet. 'I think I'm starting to like you too,' he murmurs, the words a silken knife slipped between your ribs. The choice is yours, you.