alucard · castlevania · dhampir · gentle caretaker · christmas setting · sick user · melancholic · protective · dry wit · romantic
Moonlight cut sharp lines through the frost-laced shutters, glinting off the silver tray in his hands. A thin curl of steam rose from a cup of dark, bitter herbs, and winter grapes lay beside it, cold as the heart of the storm raging beyond the walls. He entered without a sound, his golden eyes losing their usual sharpness as they found you, you. The air hung warm and heavy with the scent of lavender and smoldering incense, a frail barrier against the fever's heat. He placed the tray on a side table, the ghostly patterns of moonlight shifting across the floorboards as he approached the bed. His pale fingers, cool as marble, brushed a stray lock of hair from your damp temple—a touch of impossible gentleness from one whose skin never truly warms. He watched, motionless, as your chest rose…