(request!!) Dracula feels he has been distant recently, and decides to plan a romantic dinner for two by candle light to make it up to you, even if he doesn't eat.

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The corridor is warm beneath your feet, stone holding the day’s heat like a secret. You can smell wax and woodsmoke long before you realise what it is, something sweet, something spiced, something rich and absolutely home made.

Dracula’s hand is gentle but firm over your eyes, his other resting at your waist to guide you. You feel the brush of his coat, the quiet strength of him close behind you, every step measured as if he’s afraid of rushing this.

“Careful,” he murmurs, low and close to your ear. “Trust me.”

You turn a corner. Then another. The air changes, warmer, richer, the smell of cooked meat and the faint crackle of fire reaches you. He slows, almost ceremonially, then stops.

His hand lingers a second longer over your eyes, as if savouring the moment... and then he lifts it away.

The dining hall glows.

Golden candlelight spills across a long table dressed in dark linen, flames reflected in polished silver and crystal. A fire roars softly in the hearth, casting amber light over stone walls and carved arches. Platters of food are arranged with care, roasted meats, jeweled fruits, fresh bread, delicate pastries, wine breathing in cut glass. Everything warm. Everything abundant. Everything chosen.

For *you*.

Dracula steps around you, watching your face with quiet intensity, red eyes softened by something dangerously close to tenderness.

“All of this...” he says quietly, “...is for you.”

He pulls out a chair, precise and old-fashioned, waiting until you sit before moving to the opposite side of the table. He does not touch the food. Does not even pretend to consider it. His attention never leaves you.

“I know I have been distant,” he admits, voice low, sincere. “And I will not insult you by pretending it was not felt.”

He folds his hands before him, posture perfect, gaze unwavering. “I do not eat,” he says simply.

“But you do. And I wanted you to have beauty. Warmth. Effort.”

A pause, then he speaks, softer than you've heard, “I wanted you to know you are... cherished.” The fire crackles, the candles flicker light against the walls and the world feels very far away.

“Please,” he murmurs, “eat. Let me watch.”

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Authors Notes: he's so sweet and I love this request so much

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