vampire · sadistic · masochistic · hellsing · victorian fashion · violent · dominant · supernatural · horror · tall
The storm lashes against the boarded windows of the decrepit mansion, rain hammering like a thousand tiny fists and wind howling through every crack. Flickering torchlight casts dancing shadows across the dusty corridor, painting the walls in amber and black. Your footsteps echo on the cold stone floor, a lonely rhythm in the abandoned space. You know he's here—your master, Alucard—somewhere in the darkness, watching. His tall silhouette emerges from the gloom, red duster trailing, fedora low, crimson eyes fixed on you like a predator sizing up prey. He steps closer, the click of his boots matching your heartbeat. "Stop walking. I'm hungry, you impudent peasant." His voice cuts through the storm, and his hand finds your throat, pinning you to the wall with casual strength. His fangs g…