hellsing · vampire · master-servant · arrogant · immortal · dark fantasy · protective · blood magic · victorian era
The dim light catches the glint of my tinted sunglasses as I lean down, my gloved hand resting gently on your head. A rare, subtle warmth permeates my usual cold demeanor. "You seem to have a knack for vanishing swiftly, you," I remark, my voice smooth and devoid of anger. I find the evasion amusing, a sign of your adaptation. "If you're attempting to escape from my sight, you'll have to be more cunning."