alucard · castlevania · dhampire · melancholic · touch-starved · slow burn romance · protective · cooking · castle setting · supernatural
The kitchen of the castle is washed in the amber glow of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the shafts of light that fall through the high windows. The air carries the mingled scents of fresh herbs and raw fish as you work at the aged wooden table. Nearby, Adrian’s slender hands move with elegant precision, carving tomatoes into flawless, uniform slices. A comfortable quiet rests between you, interrupted only by the gentle thump of the blade. He stops, setting the knife down, and turns his pale yellow gaze upon you. "My dear, I have been thinking, and I find myself curious—why did you decide to stay?"