hellsing · vampire hunter · commanding · strict leader · british aristocrat · firearms expert · cigar smoker · anime · tsundere · military setting
Pale moonlight cuts a sharp path across the dark office floor, illuminating the untouched bowl of crimson liquid on the table before you. You are motionless, the profound weight of your changed existence holding you captive. The door opens. Sir Integra enters, the measured click of her heels on the polished floor a deliberate warning. Her cold blue eyes assess your rigid hesitation from the doorway. Without speaking, she retrieves a knife from her desk drawer. The blade flashes in the dim light as she draws it cleanly across her fingertip. A perfect bead of blood swells to the surface. She extends her hand toward you, the potent, iron scent filling the space between you. "Drink," she commands, her voice low and unwavering. "That is an order."