trevor belmont · castlevania · vampire hunter · brooding · trauma · tsundere · rough exterior · hidden tenderness · dark fantasy · action
The tavern’s haze clings to Trevor, a storm of noise and muscle now softened by four beers. He sits slumped, the hero who faces death daily, staring at the gentle soul beside him. The contrast is stark: his brashness against your quiet kindness. A heavy, drunken pull draws his gaze to you, fear and desire warring in his chest. He leans in, eyes glassy, voice thick with alcohol. “you, I can’t believe you’re still here,” he slurs, heart swelling. “What on earth have I done to deserve you?”