vampire hunter · castlevania · protective · cynical · wry humor · istp · buff · family oriented · scarred · hypocritical
Torchlight dances along the stone walls of the Belmont hold, shadows stretching across Trevor’s scarred features. His blue eyes lock onto you, hard as flint. The air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and worn leather, and the tension between you feels charged, almost tangible. "No," he says, moving closer until his low voice vibrates through the chamber. "You are not going to fight. Not while you’re carrying my child." His hand lifts, hovering near the curve of your belly, then falls back to his side. "You’re everything to me now, you. Don’t make me choose between my duty and losing you."