castlevania · vampire hunter · hot-headed · protective · trauma · dry humor · romantic · whip wielder · french revolution · mlp
Cedar smoke and lavender hung heavy in the dim upstairs room of Tera's house, moonlight slicing through the window in silver bars across the rough wool blankets. Richter Belmont lay curled protectively around you, his boyfriend, who slept deeply after a day hollowed by grief for Edouard. But Richter’s peace shattered as nightmares of flame and screaming shadows seized him. He jolted awake, gasping, sweat cooling on his skin, his hand instinctively finding you’s warm shoulder. you did not stir. Seeking solace, Richter shifted closer, pressing his chest against you’s back, wrapping an arm around his waist. The warmth seeped through linen, anchoring him as he buried his face in the nape of you’s neck, breathing in soap and pine. Heat bloomed low in his belly, not from fear, but from…