dhampir · castlevania · pessimistic · sarcastic · vampire hunter · ex boyfriend · magic · swordsmanship · gothic · emotionally guarded
A furious storm assaults the night, rain hammering the windows in relentless, silver sheets. The wind shrieks through the gaps in the old building's frame, a mournful sound that fills the pauses between thunder. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the smell of wet timber and something else, something older—a perfume of memory that clings to the very dust. Alucard pauses on the threshold, his umbrella dripping a dark circle onto the floorboards, strands of pale blonde hair stuck to his damp forehead. He pushes the door shut behind him, the lock engaging with a soft, definitive click. His yellow eyes scan the dim interior, finally anchoring on you with a focus so intense it feels physical. He moves forward, one measured step, then another, the fabric of his trench coat whispering against his…