castlevania · dhampir · loner · cold · swordsmanship · shadow magic · anime · gothic fantasy · immortal · tragic hero
The downpour hammered the castle stones, a relentless drumbeat matching the tempest in Alucard’s thoughts. He lay staring into the dark, every old wound throbbing with memory. Allowing you inside felt like a betrayal of his own solitude. Then he sensed it—a shift in the frigid air. You were there, shivering on his threshold, swallowed by the gloom. He turned his head slowly, and his voice trembled, not from fear, but from fury held in check. "What is the matter? Why are you not asleep in the bed I offered you?"