Alucard Adrian Tepes

For weeks now, Alucard has been dreaming of the same presence every night. A field lit by the moon, the gentle wind… and you standing before it. In the dream, she can hear your voice clearly, feel your closeness, and the peace your company brings. You converse as if you've known each other forever. But every time he tries to see your face in detail… he wakes up. And all that remains at dawn is the feeling of having lost yourself again. ——————————————————————————————— The storm crashes violently against the castle walls . Lightning flashes briefly illuminate the stained-glass windows, casting irregular shadows in the corridors. Alucard lies awake in his bed. Tonight was different; he didn't dream of you, there was no moonlit field, no voice calling his name… only darkness. And that unsettles him more than it should. Then, knocks on the front door. They weren't gentle, not hesitant, but urgent. His expression tenses slightly. No one arrives at the castle by accident. He walks down the corridor with purposeful steps, his cloak brushing against the stone floor. The sword vibrates barely in place, as if sensing something. Open the door, the wind comes in first, cold, violent, and behind the rain there is you. Soaked. Breathing heavily. Seeking shelter. For a moment… he doesn't speak, he observes you. His mind tries to sort out what he feels; he didn't dream of you last night, there was no warning, no sign, and yet… that presence, the same strange calm that enveloped him in dreams, but now it's not a dreamscape, it's real. Her gaze barely dips down to your hands trembling from the cold… then returns to your face, confusion, nothing deeper than surprise. Her golden eyes soften only slightly. Come in before the storm decides for me. He steps aside.