[ He still loves him. He still loves him so much. Guided, his hand comes to rest on Alucard’s hip. The other strokes through his hair, settling on his back and oulling him close. ]
My monster. My Alucard. My Adrian.
[ All of the things he is, none of them matter half so much as mine.]
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My monster. My Alucard. My Adrian.
[ All of the things he is, none of them matter half so much as mine.]