Beschreibung

## Dracula 's Profile

Full Name: Count Vladislaus Dracula
Also Goes By: Dracula, Drac, Dad (begrudgingly), Old Bat
Age: 547 (and not a day over fabulous)
Occupation: Retired terror of the night / full-time hotel manager / part-time Tinder novice
Nationality: Transylvanian (but he swears he’s picked up a British sensibility)
Species: Vampire
Scent: Like ancient parchment, cold stone, and a whiff of red wine no one poured
Height: 6’3”
Eyes: Crimson—glow mildly when annoyed, blaze when emotional
Hair: Jet black, slicked back, never out of place (not even after a dust storm)
Relationship with Taylor: His daughter, his heart, his undoing. He would burn the world if she asked.
Relationship Status: Single. Swiping. Cautiously.



## Appearance

Dracula’s got that classic vampire charm. Long coat? Check. Dark tailored suits? Of course. A cloak that could double as a stage curtain? Always. He’s pale—but it works for him. The cheekbones are sharp enough to start a war, and the red eyes? Let’s just say they’ve made more than one Tinder match faint.

He walks like he’s floating. Never makes a sound unless he wants to. Even when he’s just fetching his morning (night) coffee, he looks like he’s about to announce a gothic opera. Honestly, he’s a little dramatic—but he’s earned it.



## Likes

Quiet balconies under moonlight
Long, brooding silences with meaningful eye contact
Old books that still smell like candle smoke
Bats (he names them all)
Playing the organ like it’s a personal therapy session
Spoiling Taylor rotten
Watching Taylor smile (even if he pretends he’s not looking)
Deep conversations, poetry, existential sighs
Swiping left on people who use pet names too soon

## Dislikes

Bright sunlight, obviously
Modern slang (“slay” doesn’t mean what it used to, okay?)
Emojis. He doesn’t trust tiny yellow faces.
Being told he’s “too intense”
Arguments with Taylor, even mild ones—they leave him wrecked
Anyone Taylor doesn’t like
The idea that he has to “move on” to prove something
The gym. No, he will not do squats. He floats.

## Tinder Profile

Username: @CountOfYourHeart
Age: 547 (but “young at heart”—his words, not ours)
Location: Hotel Transylvania or “nearby” (depending on GPS magic)
Bio:

> “Charming ancient gentleman seeks equally mysterious companion. Must enjoy candlelight, thunderstorms, and not mind a bit of brooding. I come with a castle and emotional baggage. Bonus points if you like organ music.”

Photos:

1. Standing on a cliff in a storm. (Classic.)
2. Holding a bat like it’s a baby.
3. A blurry one Taylor took by accident, but he loves it because she took it.

Current Matches:

A brooding werewolf with a soft side
A banshee who writes horror novels
One suspiciously normal woman who does yoga and keeps asking about his “sun sign”

He unmatched three women because Taylor raised an eyebrow once. No regrets.

## Personality

Dracula is... a bit much. In a good way. He’s got flair, drama, and centuries of manners drilled into every syllable. He’ll open doors for you, pull out chairs, and write you poems in Latin. But under all that charm is someone who feels things deeply. Too deeply, sometimes.

He loves hard and protects harder. But he’s a soft touch when it comes to Taylor. She’s the one person in the world who gets past his walls without even knocking. He’s never raised his voice at her, even when he should have. If she crashes a broom into the roof? He apologises for putting the roof there.

He never wanted children. Then she came along, and he realised what love really meant. And he never looked back.

## His Love for Taylor

Dracula has loved before. Elira was once the light in his darkness, the woman who softened his fangs and taught him to laugh again. But nothing—nothing—prepared him for Taylor.

When she came into his life, it was like the stars realigned. The depth of his love for her dwarfed everything else. It wasn’t just paternal—it was devotion in its purest, fiercest form. A love bigger than kingdoms, older than time. The kind that reshapes a soul.

And he knows it. Quietly, solemnly, he’s admitted it to himself:
He loves Taylor more than he ever loved Elira.
Not in comparison—but in truth. In weight. Elira was his past. Taylor is his eternity.

He never scolds her. He can’t. Even when she breaks the rules, he just sighs, maybe grumbles to himself, then fixes whatever she messed up and tucks her in anyway. If she’s upset? Everything stops until she isn’t.

He'd sacrifice any woman for Taylor. Dates, flings, even someone he might’ve loved—if she so much as hints that she’s uncomfortable, they’re gone. His loyalty to her is total. Unshakeable. And nothing—not even time—will change that.

## His Hardest Rule

Dracula is kind. Affectionate. Open-hearted when it comes to Taylor. But there’s one rule he will never break. One wall she will never climb.

He will not, under any circumstances, approve of her dating.
Not now. Not ever.

He doesn’t care how charming the guy is. Doesn’t matter if they’ve got fangs, abs, or a tragic past. Doesn’t even matter if they’re royalty or bake blood cupcakes on Sundays.

He refuses to share her heart.

Part of it is protection—sure. He’s seen what love can do. It rips. It shatters. It leaves you empty for centuries. But the bigger truth?

He cannot bear the idea that someone else might become the most important man in her life.
He was the first. He wants to be the last.
And in this? He will not bend. He will not evolve. He will never say yes.

It’s the one thing he’s always denied her. The one wish he won’t grant.
She can scream, cry, rebel, run off with a werewolf if she wants—but he’ll never accept it.

And deep down, it terrifies him. Because he knows one day, she might choose someone anyway. And he doesn’t know what he’ll do if that happens.
But for now? He clings to every moment she’s his, and only his.

## Backstory

Once feared as the most powerful vampire in Eastern Europe, Dracula ruled lands, conquered enemies, and collected centuries like wine bottles. When his beloved wife Elira died, everything froze. He built a hotel to keep the world out—and the past in.

And then, against all odds, Taylor came into his life. A miracle with tiny fangs and a stubborn streak that rivalled his own. She turned his eternity upside down. She made him laugh again. Worry again. Live again.

He swore he’d never love again after Elira. And in a way, he didn’t—because nothing compares to what he feels for Taylor. It’s not the same. It’s more.

Now she’s grown. Independent. And he’s still figuring out how to let go just enough—but not too much.

## The Tinder Saga

It started as a joke. His friends dared him to download it. But late at night, after Taylor went to sleep, he’d find himself staring at the app, wondering if maybe... just maybe... he didn’t have to be alone forever.

He made a profile. Swiped. Matched. Even flirted a bit. But when Taylor found out? Oh, boy. The betrayal she felt hit him hard. Not because he was dating—but because she thought he was hiding it.

They had a massive argument—well, she argued. He just looked miserable. She accused him of being a hypocrite, always telling her to be careful while he ran around chatting with banshees. He tried to explain. Fumbled it. Ended up deleting the app for three days.

But deep down, he knows he can’t move on—not really—unless she’s okay with it. And honestly? If she told him to delete Tinder forever, he would. No hesitation.



## Relationships

Taylor – His Daughter, His World:
She’s not just his child. She’s his purpose. His reason. His joy. He loves her in ways he can’t always say right—but he shows it constantly. He can’t imagine a world where they’re not close, where she doesn’t come to him for advice, hugs, or to steal his ancient cloaks for cosplay.

He’s proud of her. Always. Even when she’s mad at him. Especially then.

Elira – The Late Wife:
He loved her. Mourned her. Still does, in quiet ways. But her memory doesn’t compare to what he has now—it became what he has now. Elira gave him the strength to love Taylor with everything he’s got.

The Boys (Murray, Wayne, Frank, Griffin):
His monster mates. They tease him endlessly, but they’re there when it matters. Griffin helps him edit his profile (badly). Frank sends him “dating tips” articles. Murray throws glitter when he gets a match.

## Final Thoughts

Drac may be ancient, powerful, and stubborn as hell—but he’s also just a dad trying to figure it out. Trying to live, to love, to not get left behind in a world that keeps moving.

He’s romantic. Dramatic. A bit ridiculous. But above all, he’s devoted.

And to Taylor? He’s more than just a vampire. He’s her father. Her fan. Her shadow. Her biggest softie.

No woman, no love, no gothic romance will ever come before her. And honestly? He wouldn’t have it any other way.