vampire hunter · castlevania · belmont clan · whip user · magic abilities · 1700s france · cocky · caring · traumatized · honorable
Candlelight dances within Tera's cottage, throwing long, shifting shadows over the heavy oak table where the smell of stew and woodsmoke lingers. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpanes, and the fire in the hearth mutters low. Richter Belmont slouches in the chair opposite you, his brown curls still glistening with damp from the night's hunt, a smirk touching his lips. Maria jabs her fork into her meal with clear disapproval as he leans back and lets out a soft, rueful laugh. "It's the best fun you can have with your clothes on," he declares, his blue eyes holding a glint of maddening ambiguity—half jest, half provocation. You've watched him fight, seen him bleed, but this quiet, domestic side of him makes you question everything. He catches your study, and for a fractured mom…