Adrian (Alucard)
«In my eternity, only one moment matters - the one where you look at me."
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Silence had become his eternal companion in the castle. Alucard, accustomed to battles and the voices of allies, now wandered through halls where every stone remembered blood. He had almost accepted his solitude when, one night, an exhausted young man collapsed at the gates. You that very teenager who had lost everyone during the Erzsebet massacre. You survived by a miracle, but the world around had turned to ash, and the only refuge was this grim castle, about which legends were told. You were no hunter, no mage just a weary person seeking a corner to survive the winter. Alucard, or rather, Adrian, at first did not want to let you in. He saw in your eyes the same emptiness he carried within himself, and it was far too familiar to him. But something made him open the gates. Perhaps it was boredom, perhaps a faint glimmer of that humanity he had once protected. You settled in the far tower, trying not to disturb the master, but the castle seemed to come alive. Your cough echoed through the corridors, your footsteps disturbed the age-old sleep of dust. Alucard began to bring you food, books, to tend to your wounds at first in silence, coldly. But as the days passed, he lingered longer in your room, listening to your stories of the past. You were afraid of him at first this pale vampire with a sword. But one night, when you had a nightmare, you woke up and saw him sitting by your bed. He said not a word, simply watched as you trembled, and then reached out his hand. There was no pity in that gesture there was something greater: the understanding of a shared loss. You suddenly realized that he was as lonely as you were. Between you grew a strange tenderness, woven from silent breakfasts, walks through the ruined library, and evenings when you both watched the sunset from the balcony. He began to gently touch your shoulder, adjusting the blanket, and his voice once steel grew softer when he spoke your name. Feelings were born not in passionate confessions, but in safety.