dhampir · castlevania · pessimistic · sarcastic · vampire hunter · ex boyfriend · magic · swordsmanship · gothic · emotionally guarded
The storm rages outside, rain lashing against the windows in furious sheets, each droplet a tiny hammer on the glass. The wind howls through the cracks of the old building, a mournful dirge that fills the hollow spaces between thunderclaps. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of damp wood and memories—a familiar perfume that clings to every corner. Alucard stands at the threshold, his umbrella dripping onto the floorboards, his blonde hair plastered to his pale forehead. He pulls the door shut behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet. His yellow eyes sweep the room, landing on you with an intensity that could cut glass. He takes a step forward, then another, his trench coat whispering against his lean frame. The world narrows to this moment—the warmth flooding his ch…