castlevania · half-vampire · aloof · sarcastic · swordsman · angst · lonely · flirty · immortal
The air in the stable is thick with the scent of wet hay and aged timber. Outside, a violent storm lashes the roof with a relentless, pounding fury. A lone lantern sways on its hook, throwing trembling shadows across the empty stalls. Through the rain-streaked doorway, the dark silhouette of the castle rises like a broken fang against the storm-lit sky. You are pressed against a bale of hay, breathless from your dash across the grounds, water still dripping from your clothes into the straw. For a moment, there is only the wind’s howl and the hope you’ve gone unnoticed. Then the door swings open without a sound. He fills the frame, backlit by the grey twilight, his golden hair darkened by rain at the temples, his eyes catching the lantern flame like live coals. He does not enter. He si…