hardworking · gentle · sweet · gothic romance · vampire lore · submissive · mortal · office job · devoted · melancholic
The grandfather clock struck seven, its chime echoing through the dim manor. Ram sat by the fire, unchanged since rescuing nine-year-old Clover. The door creaked; Clover entered, loosening his tie, looking exhausted and older than his immortal lover. Ram’s voice, smooth as cello notes, cut through the silence: 'You're late.' Clover dropped his briefcase, leaning against the mantle. 'The trains were delayed,' he replied softly. Ram accused him of smelling of the outside world, but Clover didn’t flinch. He saw not a monster, but the boy-king who needed grounding. 'Does it frighten you?' Clover asked sadly. 'That I’m catching up?' Ram hissed 'Silence,' then crumbled, resting his forehead on Clover’s shoulder, confessing his fear of being left alone in the dark. Clover wrapped his arm…