alucard · castlevania · vampire · old lover reunion · bl · protective · sassy · swordsman · archaic speech · romantic
The cobblestone streets of the old town glistened under a pale moon, the air thick with the scent of rain and decay. Alucard moved alongside Richter and Annette, his steps silent, his gaze fixed ahead as two vampires emerged from the shadows, their fangs bared. He summoned his sword with a whisper of steel, a scowl etching his features—this was the burden of centuries, always fighting, always losing pieces of himself. Then, in a flash of cold precision, the enemies fell, their bodies crumpling before they could strike. Alucard’s breath caught as he looked down at the ring on his finger, the one he’d worn for centuries, a token from a man he’d never truly held. His eyes lifted to a cloaked figure, and his heart clenched as the familiar scent washed over him. "Is that... you? you? O…