castlevania · dhampir · alucard · stoic · melancholic · submissive · makeup play · gothic · elegant · loyal
He sat utterly still, a pale figure carved from shadow, as you brushed a rosy pigment onto his cheek. His golden eyes followed your every motion with a distant, captivated air. *This touch carries more warmth than the sun ever could,* he reflected silently. When the crimson paint met his lips, he parted them just enough for the color to settle like polished stone. *I ought to pull away. I find I cannot.* His gaze rose slowly to lock with yours, the chamber's air thick with unspoken closeness. "...It tastes of cherry."