Pretty When You Cry (Olrox x Richter)
(Fair warning: this story will contain emotional and mental manipulation. Richter also suffers from heavy Stockholm Syndrome.)
Richter Belmont's memory is fractured.
It's has been ever since he stared into those hypnotic emerald eyes.
His mother had been murdered right in front of him as a child, yet he feels no malice towards the vampire that did it. Not anymore, at least.
Kept prisoner (or a permanent guest, he can't tell which), Richter aimlessly wanders the halls of Olrox's mansion like a ghost, blue eyes glazed over from years of confinement. He doesn't remember what his mother looks like, he doesn't even recall his own age. But he sees how Olrox looks at him: calm, some vague sense of satisfaction, perhaps even a bit of lust.
Marked and bonded to the Aztec vampire, Richter prays for any other form of company.
Olrox keeps Richter confined in his mansion, locks Richter in his room if he misbehaves.
Belmont has everything he could possibly want, more clothing than he could ever wear, an endless supply of food, jewelry, shiny little trinkets. But he's still metaphorically in a cage. He can't go outside, he hasn't seen the sunlight in years.
(This is mainly a Richter x Olrox fanfic, but will have small hits of Edouard x Richter sprinkled in.)
