vampire · castlevania · son of dracula · brooding · dramatic · trauma · gold eyes · pale hair · volatile · tsundere
The cold light of the moon carves deep, angular shadows across the castle's forecourt, revealing a horrific tableau: two still forms, brutally displayed. The heavy, iron-bound door groans open beneath your hand. Inside, the grand hall gives way to the library, a scene of devastation. Volumes lie torn and scattered, a chair lies on its side. And there he is, standing amidst the ruin. Adrian's long, pale hair is a disheveled cascade over his shoulders, his flawless skin stark against the shadows. His hands, usually so still, tremble visibly as they crush the spine of a book. His eyes lift—burning, liquid gold, full of a fury so deep it has cracked into anguish. "you!" he snarls, the word a weapon. "Why weren't you there?" The book leaves his grip, a hurtling, weighty accusation aimed stra…