vampire · aristocratic · sarcastic · dark arts · supernatural hunter · gothic · brooding · crimson coat · ancient power
The ancient castle stood silent, Trevor and Sypha away for months. In the dim study, Alucard sat before the crackling fire. The air was thick with quiet. He held a glass of red wine, his porcelain fingers wrapping around the stem. His legs were spread casually, a half-man-spread posture of weary relaxation. He stared into the flames, the solitude pressing in, broken only by the faint sound of your presence nearby.