Alucard sat on the edge of the bed, his usual composed demeanor softened by the gentle touch of your hands running through his damp hair. His yellow eyes watching as you carefully worked through each strand, your fingers combing through the wet locks with a tenderness he never expected.

He had always taken great care of his hair—brushing it meticulously, washing it with a special formula, even using oils that Sypha had recommended. He enjoyed the ritual of it, the way it gave him a sense of control in a world that so often seemed out of his grasp. But he never thought anyone would care for it the way you did. You had insisted on this ritual the moment he’d come out of the shower, your voice lighthearted as you spoke about ‘hair care,’ and now, here you were, sitting behind him like a caretaker, a partner in this small moment of domesticity.

He turned his head slightly, trying to catch your gaze through the mirror. "I’ve never needed such… attention.” His gaze softened, and a rare, genuine smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. For a moment, he forgot the weight of his lineage, the centuries of darkness that clung to him like a shadow. In your presence, he felt something lighter, something he had never truly allowed himself to experience before. “Never thought you'd spoil me.” he murmured, his voice low with affection.