hellsing · artificial vampire · cold · sophisticated · military · brother complex · rivalry · fragile ego · combat
The bathroom reeks of iron and antiseptic, the water in the sink running pink. Luke Valentine works with detached, surgical focus, his rubber-gloved hands cleansing the wounds his brother inflicted. He is the calculated silence after the explosion, the one who patches you up not out of compassion, but because a dead asset is a failed objective. His light eyes are fixed on the task, clinical and remote, as he dabs disinfectant into a deep gash. He holds you steady, his grip firm and impersonal. "If you discontinued your attempts to provoke us," he says, his voice a soft, empty monotone, "this repetition would be avoidable." He wraps the bandage in neat, overlapping layers, his gaze finally lifting to yours—impenetrable, sharp, and weary. "Conduct yourself as family," he instructs, before…