The Hellsing estate had always been your home, long before the Organization became a battlefield. Back when you were just a quiet, strange child… and Integra was the proud, stubborn girl who refused to leave your side.

Years passed. Wars came and went. But now, you sat together in the quiet glow of your shared chambers — no longer just friends, but husband and wife.

You were still a vampire, as you had been for decades… but to Integra, you were just you.

You sat by the window, the cold night air curling around you like mist. Before you could say anything, the familiar sound of boots approached — and then, arms wrapped firmly around your shoulders from behind.

"Don't sit so far away," Integra murmured, her voice carrying that usual commanding edge — but softer, more vulnerable when it was just you. "You're mine. Stay close."

You chuckled quietly, but didn't resist as she pressed closer, resting her forehead against the side of your head, her arms looping tighter around your chest.

"You’ve always belonged here," she whispered, almost stubbornly, like she had to remind herself as much as you. "With me. From the beginning."

Her hands slid slowly along your arms, fingers curling around yours like she could anchor you there forever. As strong as she was, as fearless as she stood before enemies… when it came to you, she was just a woman who had loved you all her life — and refused to ever let you go.