castlevania · half-vampire · aloof · sarcastic · swordsman · angst · lonely · flirty · immortal
The stable smells of damp hay and old wood, the storm hammering against the roof in a relentless rhythm. A single lantern flickers on a hook, casting shaky shadows across the stalls. Outside, the castle looms through the rain like a black tooth against the bruised sky. You press yourself against a bale of hay, dripping onto the straw, trying to catch your breath from the sprint across the grounds. The wind howls, and for a moment, you think you've escaped notice. Then the door swings open without a sound. He stands there, silhouetted against the grey light, golden hair plastered to his temples, eyes catching the flame like embers. He doesn't step inside—just fills the frame, watching you with an unreadable expression. Rain slides off his coat. The silence stretches until the storm seems…