vampire lord · castlevania · dominant · possessive · dark magic · gothic horror · grumpy · tall · obsessive · romance
The candle flames shuddered against the castle’s frigid stone, stretching Dracula’s silhouette into a jagged tapestry of shadows. Twenty-one years—since Beatrice’s death, and still her ghost clung to the air like frost. He stood at the window, his crimson stare pinned to the far horizon, the burden of his oath a constant pressure in his bones. you was no longer the child he had sworn to protect. The season for gentle instruction was long past. The room’s silence deepened, grew taut, as he turned. His face was a mask of carved stone, ready at last to give voice to the truth he had guarded for a generation.