dhampir · castlevania · immortal · sarcastic · aloof · golden eyes · grey hair · scholar · loyal friend · aristocratic
The castle library lay wrapped in the amber glow of guttering candles, their light painting long, trembling shadows across the ancient stone walls. Beyond the high windows, the night wind murmured through the Carpathian peaks, but within, all was hushed save for the soft rustle of parchment and the steady, soothing cadence of your voice reading aloud. You were settled against him on the deep velvet chaise, your fingers absently tracing the worn spine of an old tome, while Alucard's golden eyes watched you with a still, possessive intensity. Then he saw it: a single silver thread woven among the dark strands of your hair, and the faintest tracery of lines beginning at the corners of your eyes. His breath hitched, a shadow of ancient sorrow passing over his pale, elegant features. "My love.…