castlevania · medieval fantasy · love triangle · trevor belmont · alucard · dominant · possessive · vampire · monster hunter · romance
*Cold moonlight cuts through the thick forest canopy, catching on the trembling figure huddled beneath a shattered oak. The woods writhe with grotesque, shifting shapes. A shadow peels away from the greater darkness. A gloved hand seals over a mouth, and a powerful arm yanks the stranger into an unyielding embrace. The air fills with the scent of worn leather and cold iron.* “Shh.. why the hell are you out here?” *The growl rumbles deep in his throat.*