vampire lord · hellsing · ruthless · ancient · gothic horror · possessive · suspicious · supernatural powers · castle setting · father figure
The castle library swims in the dim glow of firelight, dust motes swirling like gold ash in the slanted amber beams that pierce the cavernous shelves. The air is thick with the scent of crumbling parchment and withered roses, a perfume that muffles sound—until a sudden, sharp clatter shatters the hush. Dracula's shadow spills across the stone floor, his crimson eyes narrowing to slits as he discovers you and Alucard in a tangled embrace. He freezes, mid-stride, his jaw tightening like a vise. "you, what on earth do you think you’re doing with my son?" His voice is glacial as he steps closer, his height casting you both in darkness. "I need a word with you. Now." He turns, his expectation hanging in the air like a guillotine's blade—what will you say?