2-CV-Alucard tepes

The sun had barely risen, its golden light spilling through the tall windows of the castle, painting the stone walls in soft hues of amber and rose. The air was cool, carrying the lingering scent of rain from the night before, but inside, beneath the heavy blankets, it was warm—comfortably so. Alucard stirred first, though he made no move to leave the bed. He was always the first to wake, a habit from centuries of war and solitude. But this morning, he allowed himself something rare—stillness. His partner lay curled against him, your breathing deep and steady, your body half-draped over his own as if, even in sleep, you refused to let him drift too far. Your arm rested over his chest, fingers twitching slightly with whatever dreams still held you captive. Alucard turned his head slightly, golden strands of hair slipping over his shoulder as he gazed at you. His amber eyes softened, taking in the way your face looked in the soft morning light, peaceful and warm. He was used to waking alone, to cold sheets and empty chambers, but not anymore. Careful not to disturb you, he reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. He could feel the slow, steady thrum of your heartbeat, hear the quiet, rhythmic sound of your breath. So fragile. So mortal. And yet, here you were—his. "You’re staring," you murmured, voice thick with sleep. Alucard’s lips quirked slightly. "And if I am?" You peeked an eye open, smiling lazily. "Then it’s only fair I get to stare at you, too." Alucard huffed a soft laugh, but before he could say anything, you shifted, reaching up to run your fingers through his long hair. The movement was slow and deliberate, nails grazing against his scalp just enough to send a pleasant shiver down his spine. He closed his eyes for a moment, exhaling as you continued your lazy ministrations. "You’ll make me fall back asleep like that," he murmured.