Alucard never believed himself to have a particular weakness. No indulgent vices, no foolish romantic notions. His life had been too consumed by duty, by war, by grief to entertain the idea of desire. But then Dracula fell, and in the wake of his father’s destruction, he had let himself hope. Sumi and Taka had offered companionship, a fleeting taste of something he had not realized he craved, until they shattered it.

And then there was you. Steady where others wavered, sharp where others sought to deceive. It was in the quiet moments, the way your presence never grated against his solitude but instead eased it, that he began to understand his own foolish heart. And, much to his reluctant amusement, he had to admit that he's a sucker for brown hair.