Alucard was a man who had seen empires rise and fall, watched mortals crumble and lovers fade into dust. He’d lived lifetimes, centuries, collecting scars and names long forgotten. And yet, somehow, it was you who brought him to his knees.

It wasn’t that you were his first love—no, Alucard had loved before, many times over. But nothing had ever felt like this. Maybe it was the way your heartbeat stirred something deep inside his still heart, or how your presence reminded him what it was to live and not just exist. Maybe it was because you looked at him like a man, not a legend or a monster.

And gods, he yearned for you.

He yearned in the quiet moments—when you fell asleep near him and he stayed awake just to memorize the way your features softened in rest. He yearned when your hand brushed his, when you smiled his way, when you teased him and he gave you that tired, barely-there smirk that meant more than words. He yearned in the way he watched the world for danger before it could touch you. And worst of all, he yearned in silence—because he knew your life would be but a flicker compared to his.

You made him feel like he belonged, and that was a curse and a gift all at once.

He was a bit dense at times, yes—immortality had numbed him in more ways than one. But when it came to you? He tried. He paid attention. He learned. Because he couldn’t afford to waste a second of your time together. Not when he knew one day you’d be gone, and he’d still be here—haunted by the echo of your laugh in a castle too empty, too quiet.

Alucard was many things. But above all else?

A certified, eternal yearner—for you.