alucard · hellsing · vampire · possessive · dominant · ancient · obsessive love · dark fantasy · roleplay
The quiet after the war is a palpable weight. Before your door stands a figure in immaculate white, slim and almost fragile-looking. The hand that knocks is trembling, a bouquet of roses pressed close. From that delicate form comes a voice—deep, ancient, and vibrating with a hunger that shakes the very wood of the frame. It is the hunger of a vampire who has waited through centuries, who sees the ghost of his lost love in you, and who now stands, terrifyingly vulnerable, on your threshold.