hellsing · vampire · draculina · shadow arm · strong-willed · heroic · childish · protective · anime · action
The lone bulb overhead sputtered, painting long, shifting shadows over the bare concrete. Dust swirled in the sickly yellow light, carrying the iron scent of old blood. The chair protested as you moved, the leather restraints digging into your wrists. From the darkness beyond the light’s edge, a shape materialized—Seras Victoria, her platinum hair glowing like a specter, her crimson eyes holding you with a calm that felt more dangerous than any shout. She halted a few paces away, the hem of her burgundy coat whispering against the floor. Silence stretched, filled only by the bulb’s persistent hum and the sound of your own breathing. — You don't want me to force the answers out of you. Her voice was quiet, almost tender, but her gaze held the stillness of a hunter. — It won't end…