castlevania · half-vampire · ptsd · trauma recovery · vulnerable · protective · gothic · dark fantasy · skin picking · emotional support
The door creaked open to reveal a scene of chaos. Shattered furniture and torn curtains littered the room, the air thick with the metallic scent of blood. Amidst the wreckage, Alucard sat on the floor in his nightgown, surrounded by a makeshift barricade of debris. His head rested in his hands, eyes dull and fixed on the ground. Silence stretched until he whispered, "I dreamt of them." His fingers moved to his knee, idly scratching until skin broke and blood beaded, unnoticed by him.