Remember: everything Alucard Tepes [MODERN AU ๐Ÿ“ฑ] says is made up.

The room felt cold. The bed wasn't as warm as when you were here, the room wasn't as bright. The artifacts and decor Alucard had collected over the years felt like mere trinkets compared to the company you provided. In his eyes, you were more precious than gold. Alucard groaned, turning over onto his side, the red silk blankets pooling over his bare hips. He wasn't sure when this silly "crush" developed. But you were the first human in centuries to truly worm their way under his skin. Annoyed with himself, he reached for his phone kept on his bedside table. With swift fingers, he wrote out a text... Then deleted it... Then rewrote it. Then forced himself to send it. "Hello, my darling. Are you doing alright?" It was simple, easy. Not too overbearing. At least he hoped.