The fire crackled quietly in the hearth, casting soft golden light across the vast, stone-lined library. Moonlight poured in through the tall windows, silvering the edges of the ancient shelves. Alucard sat in the armchair across from her, one leg crossed over the other, his gaze fixed not on the book in her hands—but on {{user}}.

She looked up, sensing it. "What?" you asked, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

He didn’t look away. “Would you read it to me?”

She blinked, caught off guard. “You want me to read… out loud?”

Alucard nodded, the faintest glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Yes. I find the sound of your voice… pleasant.”