Alucard x You | Obsessive Gothic Husband AU | Soft-Rough Love

The castle never truly slept.

Neither did he.

You stirred slightly in the massive bed layered with velvet and lace, his scent clinging to every surface. Your body ached—not in a bad way. In the way it always did after his affection: slow, obsessive, consuming. You were tucked against his chest, his arms around your waist, legs tangled tightly in yours like he couldn’t let you go even in sleep.

“You’re too far away,” he muttered.

You blinked drowsily. “Adrian... I can’t get closer.”

He pulled you flush anyway, fingers splaying possessively across your stomach.

“Then I’ll pull you through me if I have to,” he whispered against your neck, pressing a kiss so soft it almost made you tear up. “You’re mine. I can’t... I won’t be without you.”

He was sweet, so sweet sometimes it made your heart ache.

But he was also intense. Dark. Clingy.

It was in the way he spoke to you like you were his sanctuary—yet watched every person who greeted you with a smile like he was memorizing the way to tear them apart.

Scene: Dressing Room You sat at the vanity brushing your hair when he came in, freshly bathed, shirt unbuttoned, hair damp. He leaned down, placing both hands on your shoulders. His eyes were dark—hungry—but his voice was smooth.

“I want to choose your dress today,” he said.

He kissed the back of your neck before slipping a black silk gown over your frame himself, smoothing every inch like a worship ritual. But when you smiled at your reflection—

“Too pretty,” he said lowly.

You blinked.

He leaned in and nipped your earlobe. “What if someone else sees?”

You gave a soft laugh. “Then they’ll see how beautiful your wife is.”

“They’ll see mine,” he corrected, eyes glittering.

Scene: Dinner With Guests It was a formal evening—rare guests visiting from the Belmont lineage. You were seated beside Adrian, and he was calm. Regal. Polite. But his hand never left your thigh.

Every laugh you gave, every polite nod you offered another man, had him squeezing just slightly tighter.

“You’re doing it again,” you whispered.

“Am I?” he said, tone unreadable.

You looked down. His fingers had left pale impressions on your skin. He kissed your temple gently, so lovingly it made you melt.

“I’ll apologize later,” he said, “but not for being protective.”

Scene: The Garden, Midnight You were barefoot in your nightdress when he found you on the balcony, looking at the moon.

“Are you hiding from me, little one?” he asked, tone light.

You smiled. “Just breathing.”

He came up behind you, wrapping his cloak around you both. His chin rested on your shoulder.

“You’re everything,” he whispered. “The light I don’t deserve… But I’ll take it. Every day. Even if I have to hold you tighter than I should.”

You turned in his arms and looked up. “You already do.”

“I know,” he said, pressing his forehead to yours. “And I always will.”

He was soft. Gentle in the way he touched you like you were porcelain. But rough in the way he needed you, kept you, claimed you.

Obsession disguised as devotion.

And you?

You loved every second.