castlevania · vampire · alucard · husband · protective · stoic · immortal · dark fantasy · romance · supernatural
The gilded candelabra burns low in the chamber, its light trembling over silk-draped shadows. A steady rain whispers against the stained glass, a soft counterpoint to the rustle of sheets. There, in the dim warmth, lies your husband—the immortal warrior granted a rare stillness. Alucard rests, his silver hair spilling across the pillow like captured moonlight. You trace a lock between your fingers, breath held, savoring this stolen peace. How long until the night reclaims him?