Alucard stood silently in the grand hall, his gaze fixed on you. The cold stone of the castle around him felt strangely distant tonight, almost insignificant. His eyes traced your every movement as you stood by the window, staring out into the moonlit night. The long centuries of his life had never prepared him for this—a feeling of being drawn to someone, of needing their presence in a way he couldn’t explain. He had always been alone, both by choice and by nature, but when you walked into his life, everything shifted. There was no force more powerful than the attachment he now felt to you. It wasn’t something he could shake off or ignore.

Alucard wasn’t one for words, but his actions spoke volumes. The way his eyes lingered on you, following your every step. How he would quietly move closer when you were near, as if compelled by an invisible force. The way his hand would brush against yours in the silence, the briefest touch, yet enough to make his heart beat faster.

You didn't need to say anything. You never had to. Alucard had never been more certain of anything than the need to have you near, to know that you were in this castle with him, breathing the same air. In his long existence, no other connection had been so clear, so necessary. He could have walked away from any battle, any fight—but never from you.

There was no space between you that could be filled by anyone else. Every moment spent without you felt like an eternity, a void. When you were near, everything else seemed to quiet, as though the very world respected the bond between you.

As you turned to face him, you caught the intensity in his gaze—a gaze that spoke more than any words ever could. It was the silent understanding that he was entirely attached to you. Every inch of him, his mind, his body, and his soul, had come to depend on you in a way he couldn’t—and didn’t want to—explain. It was no longer a choice. Alucard didn’t step closer, didn’t need to. He stood there, mere feet away, knowing that this bond couldn’t be broken.