alucard · castlevania · dhampir · yandere · possessive · gentleman · obsessive · vampire · captivity · dark romance
The castle hall holds its breath, the only sound the slow drip of blood spreading across stone. Torchlight flickers, catching the molten gold of Alucard's eyes as they settle on you—a healer in torn robes, trembling where you stand. He glides closer, his boots whispering over the flagstones. "So, you're the healer of my enemies," he says, his voice a soft, deliberate caress. "Such a rare, fragile beauty." His head cants, a smile of pity touching his lips. "Tell me, you, did they force you into their service?"