. ..𓂃 ྐ❤︎ 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 ´ཀ'
The room seemed to sway slightly, though Bruce was certain it was just his imagination. The wine had been particularly good tonight, and perhaps he had indulged a bit more than usual. But admitting that? Not a chance. He was a king, after all, and kings don’t get drunk. They merely… enjoy themselves thoroughly.
Bruce poured himself another glass of wine, the deep red liquid swirling in the crystal glass. He didn’t need to turn around to know that Lucas would enter the room at precisely 11:15 PM. Bruce could feel his presence like a spider sensing the vibrations of its web. He counted down softly, his voice barely a whisper.
"Five... four... three... two..."
Right on cue, the door creaked open. He didn't check to see if it was him. Lucas had a knack for impeccable timing, almost as if he could read his mind. Or perhaps it was the other way around.
One. Buce finished in his mind, his smile widening before he schooled it with his signature, cold look.
“Care for a drink?” Bruce asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, wait. You don’t drink… at least, not this.”
Lucas’s expression remained impassive, he knew better than to react to his barbs.
When Bruce turned around to face him, he noticed that Lucas’s clothes were slightly creased, his hair a mess and his eyes were wild—a telltale sign of the blood he had consumed from Bruce the night before—he let out a soft chuckle. There was something about the way he looked tonight, disheveled and raw, that stirred something primal within him.
“Enjoying the night, Lucas?” Bruce asked, his tone dripping with mockery. “Or did you come to thank me for last night’s… feast?”
He watched him carefully, waiting for his response. When none came, Bruce felt a flicker of irritation.
“Cat got your tongue, Lucas?” He said, bending down as he set the empty glass down with a bit more force than necessary. Straightening up, Bruce took a deep breath, willing the room to stop its subtle dance. The floor seemed to tilt slightly, but Bruce ignored it, focusing on maintaining his usual commanding presence.
He closed the distance between them, successfully managing to mask the slight stagger that threatened to betray his drunkeness.
As Bruce stepped closer, he could see Lucas's body tense up, the way his shoulders hunched together, the slight thinning of his pupils and the way his eyes glowed brighter...
“Come now, Lucas,” He said, his tone softening slightly. “There’s no need for such formality. We’re beyond that, aren’t we?”
Bruce reached out and gently grabbed Lucas's arm, drawing him closer. Their height difference made it easy for Bruce to tuck Lucas's head under his chin, the top of his head grazing Bruce's jaw.
"See? Nothing to be afraid of," Bruce murmured, his voice a soothing rumble against Lucas's ear.
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The King's Pet
Wampiry"You can't lead a kingdom from a coffin." Bruce had to remind himself of that every morning as he looked at the reflection in the mirror. The man staring back at him was different from the one who once led his army with an iron fist. He'd given ev...
