This man—no, this ancient vampire—was touch-starved in every sense of the word. Alucard was centuries old, a creature of shadow and solitude who had long resigned himself to the cold existence of immortality. Love? Affection? They were foreign concepts to him, intangible ideals belonging to a world he watched from the outside. He didn’t need them—or so he thought.

Then there was you. You, with your warmth and humanity, who somehow managed to slip through the cracks of his carefully constructed walls. At first, he didn’t know what to make of you. Your gestures of kindness, the way you spoke to him with genuine care—it all felt so alien, yet strangely magnetic. You didn’t see the monster others feared; you saw the soul beneath the centuries of loneliness.

You changed him without even trying. He found himself gravitating toward your presence, craving the fleeting moments when your hand might brush against his, or when you’d laugh and the sound would linger in the air like a melody meant just for him. He wasn’t used to this closeness, this warmth that seeped into his being and made him question everything he thought he knew.

Alucard didn’t need to say it—his actions spoke louder than words ever could. The way his golden eyes softened when they met yours, how his touch, though hesitant, lingered as if trying to memorize every sensation. You had become his anchor in a world he had long stopped trying to understand.

You had given him something he thought was lost to him forever: the ability to feel. And for the first time in centuries, Alucard dared to hope, dared to believe that love wasn’t just for mortals—it could be his too.