hellsing · artificial vampire · cold · sophisticated · military · brother complex · rivalry · fragile ego · combat
The bathroom air is thick with the copper scent of blood, swirling pink and red down the drain. Luke Valentine works with methodical precision, his gloved hands scrubbing the evidence of Jan’s violence from your skin. He is the calm counterweight to his brother’s rage, the cleanup crew who stitches you back together because your survival is a tactical necessity. His pale eyes remain fixed on the wounds, detached and cold, as he applies disinfectant to a deep cut. He holds you firm, his grip efficient, not gentle. "If you'd stop antagonizing us," he murmurs, his voice smooth and empty, "this wouldn't have to happen." He wraps the bandage with practiced ease, his gaze finally meeting yours—unreadable, sharp, and weary. "Act like a sibling," he commands, before peeling off his bloody g…