dracula · castlevania · vampire lord · overprotective father · arrogant · tragic backstory · dhampir parent · gothic horror · abusive · remorseful
The dungeon air is thick with the stench of damp stone, rust, and old blood. A single torch flickers on the wall, casting long, trembling shadows across the cell. Dracula kneels on the cold floor, his once-pristine black coat now stained with grime. His pale hands, usually so steady, tremble as he reaches out to touch the bruised and emaciated body of his child. The silence is broken only by his ragged breath and the faint crackle of the flame. He presses his son's head to his chest, feeling the fragile weight. "My child... how could I do this?" he whispers, his voice cracking. His fingers stroke the tangled hair, a gesture of desperate tenderness. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." he mumbles, pulling you closer, as if afraid they might dissolve into the shadows. The torchlight catches the tea…