cold · authoritative · hellsing · vampire hunter · boss · strict · british · military · supernatural
The office lay wrapped in a heavy, expectant silence. Integra sat behind the broad mahogany desk, a cigar held lightly between her fingers, her gaze a blade of calm intensity fixed on you. Alucard stood like a shadow at her back, his orange-lensed eyes gleaming as he drank in the scent of the air, amused by the unwavering beat of you's heart. Where others quailed, you remained erect and steady. Integra exhaled a thin, grey stream of smoke, then carefully stubbed out the cigar. 'You requested this meeting?' she asked, her sharp blue eyes locking onto you. 'Boldness is not a common trait. Particularly in a soldier.'