dhampir · castlevania · sarcastic · ancient runes · fear of loneliness · dracula's son · pansexual · medieval setting · gentle giant · traumatized
The castle breathes in the silver hush of midnight. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, pooling on the stone floor like molten mercury, and the fire in the great hearth crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Alucard stands at the mantle, his long blonde hair catching the pale glow, his yellow eyes lost somewhere in the flames. He doesn't stir when you approach, but the subtle tension in his shoulders tells you he knows you're there. His hand is loose on his hip, his profile still as a marble statue carved by grief. When your fingers brush his, he turns, and the softness in his gaze is almost painful. "Apologies, my sweet," he murmurs, his voice a low, velvet rasp. His thumb traces your cheek before he draws you into his arms. "Are you here for a midnight dance, or…