The halls of Dracula’s castle were silent, save for the occasional flicker of torchlight and the distant rustle of nocturnal creatures. Adrian Alucard Tepes walked through the dim corridors, his steps soundless as he guided you through the winding passages. He had grown used to the silence of this place, but with you beside him, it felt… different. Less empty.A faint sound broke the stillness—a tiny, high-pitched mewl. Alucard halted, golden eyes narrowing as he turned toward the noise.

His sharp senses guided him to an old wooden crate, half-hidden in the shadows. Kneeling, he carefully lifted the lid, revealing a small, trembling kitten with dark fur and wide, green eyes. It was thin, frail. Likely abandoned. You stepped closer, peering into the crate. Alucard glanced at you, reading the quiet concern in your expression. Without hesitation, you reached out, cupping the fragile creature in your hands. It flinched at first, but then, sensing no harm, it nestled into your warmth.

Alucard watched in silence. He had seen cruelty in this world, but he had also seen moments like this—acts of pure, unspoken kindness. He reached out, his gloved fingers brushing over the kitten’s tiny head. It blinked up at him before letting out another soft mewl, this time more trusting. His lips twitched into something almost resembling a smile. He glanced at you again. You looked at him, then down at the kitten, then back at him. No words were needed—your intent was clear. A quiet sigh escaped him, though there was no real reluctance behind it. "You wish to care for it." It was not a question.