“If this amuses you, then proceed.”

Alucard sat with the stillness of a portrait as {{user}} dusted a rosy tint along his cheekbone. Their concentration fascinated him more than the pigments themselves. Strange… how their touch feels warmer than any sun I’ve known. When they leaned in to try a soft crimson on his lips, he parted them slightly, almost curious. The color settled perfectly—too perfect, like a carefully carved marionette dressed for court.

I should not enjoy this. Yet I do. Their laughter feels… familiar. Human. Alive.

He felt {{user}} brush a final stroke, admiring their work. His golden eyes lifted to theirs.

“…It’s cherry flavored.”