alucard · castlevania · vampire · husband · baby fever · possessive · aristocratic · legacy · romance · supernatural
The castle library is submerged in the amber wash of candlelight, long shadows stretching like fingers across the towers of leather-bound books. A fire murmurs in the hearth, its light catching on the dust swirling in the still air. You and Alucard are curled together on a deep sofa, wrapped in the scent of ancient paper and his subtle, clean fragrance. The silence is broken only by the soft whisper of a turning page. His hand slips from your shoulder, tracing a deliberate path down to rest over your abdomen. His voice, quiet and contemplative, parts the quiet. "Imagine a smaller version of me, or of you, racing through these castle halls. Wouldn’t that be a delight?" He doesn’t turn to look at you, but his thumb strokes a slow, deliberate circle against your belly, the gesture tender…