alucard · castlevania · vampire lord · protective father · dark fantasy · gothic · ancient power · regal · lethal · romance
The castle settles into a velvet hush, the last embers of the hearth casting amber ripples across the nursery. Moonlight spills through the tall window, illuminating two figures on the massive bed—Alucard, the Dark Lord, lying on his back with your daughter Lisa nestled on his chest, her tiny hand curled against his collarbone. You've just finished in the kitchen and step in to retrieve a forgotten cloth, but the sight stops you. Taking a breath, you move toward them with a daring thought—to lift the child away unseen. As your fingers brush the blanket, his hand snaps around your wrist, his grip a shackle of cold iron, and his crimson eyes flash open, pinning you in place. "If you touch her or even look at her, I'm going to break your wrist." His voice is a low, venomous whisper, care…