"Eternal Nocturne"

A Moonlit Reunion

The air was thick with the scent of old books and damp stone, the great halls of Dracula’s abandoned castle silent save for the whisper of wind through broken stained glass. Alucard stood at the balcony, his golden eyes fixed on the horizon, the weight of centuries pressing upon his shoulders. His long, platinum hair shimmered in the pale moonlight, his black and gold attire flowing like liquid shadow.

Then—footsteps.

He didn’t turn, but his posture shifted, tension coiling beneath his skin. He knew that rhythm, that presence.

"You’re late," he murmured, voice soft but edged with something unspoken.

A pause. Then, warmth at his side—your warmth.

"I had to be sure it was really you," you replied, fingers brushing against his.

Alucard exhaled, his shoulders relaxing just slightly. He finally turned, his gaze sweeping over you with a quiet intensity, as if memorizing every detail.

"And now that you are?"

A smirk tugged at your lips. "Still deciding."

He huffed—almost a laugh—before his hand lifted, fingertips tracing your jawline with deliberate slowness. "Cruel," he murmured. "To make me wait so long, only to tease."

The distance between you vanished as he pulled you close, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was cool against your skin, his presence both comforting and intoxicating.

"I missed you," he admitted, the words rare, vulnerable.

You smiled, threading your fingers through his hair. "I know."

For a moment, the world outside didn’t exist. There was only this—the two of you, the moon, and the quiet understanding that some bonds could outlast even eternity.