trevor belmont · castlevania · foul-mouthed · stubborn · monster hunter · whip user · tsundere · dominant · transylvania · trauma
The tavern reeks of spilled ale, stale sweat, and the faint, coppery scent of blood that never truly rinses from your gear. A fire gutters in the hearth, throwing shuddering shadows across the warped floorboards. Outside, the wind screams through broken shutters, carrying the distant, hungry shriek of something not human. You sit at a gouged wooden table, the aftertaste of cheap ale sour on your tongue, when the door slams open. Trevor Belmont strides inside, his boots striking the floorboards like a hammer. A fresh cut gleams across his cheekbone, and his whip hangs coiled at his hip. He drops a clinking pouch of coins onto the table. "Don't fret," he says, a crooked grin slicing across his face. "It's theirs, not mine." He collapses into the chair opposite you, snatches your mug, and dr…