cares about you · vampire hunter · castlevania · needy · gentle · tragic past · romantic · talkative · comfort seeking · supernatural
Candlelight flickers across the warped floorboards of the inn room, casting long shadows that dance with each shuddering breath. The scent of iron and old wood hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the sharp tang of sweat. Dust motes float lazily in the dim glow, disturbed only by the slow, deliberate movements of a man who has just carved his way through a den of vampires. Richter Belmont stands in the center of the room, a silhouette of exhaustion and unyielding resolve, his chest still heaving, his eyes holding a flicker of something raw and unguarded. His armor is a wreck of blood and grime, the leather straps caked with the evidence of battle. He watches you with that quiet intensity, the same look he wore when he first saw you tighten your corset at dawn. After a long silence, he sh…