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Anti clicked his tongue, leaning back in his seat and crossing his legs as he watched the candle flicker in the dim-lighted dining room. He took a sip of his wine and sighed, glancing at the clock for the hundredth time in the last half-hour.

It was safe to say, Dark was late, like, very late. Anti had to put their food in the oven so it would at least stay slightly warm when he got home. He wasn't angry per say, Dark couldn't control what time he could leave his job, especially on the first day, but it dampened his mood by a lot.

He poured himself another glass of wine, frowning when he realized he downed the entire bottle. That'd explain why his hands were shaking so damn bad.

Then the front door opened and in came Dark, trying to be as quiet as possible while setting his things down with the lights off. Anti got up from his spot, flicking on the light in the living room and startling the older demon. He jumped back, clutching his chest as he calmed his startled breathing.

"Hey," Anti spoke softly, "you're home pretty late..."

Dark nodded silently, eyes scanning his boyfriend's body as he took in his outfit and he raised an eyebrow.

"You're dressed awfully nice," his tone was blank, matching his expression as he shrugged by him, walking to the kitchen and pulling a beer out of the fridge.

Anti furrowed his brows, glancing down at his clothes before sighing and following him. "Yeah, uhm, there's something I wanted to show you," he bit his lip, hoping his surprise would ease whatever mood Dark was in.

The demon grunted, flicking the cap off the beer with a pointed nail, not bothering to pick it up off the floor. They fell silent after that, the room was thick with an uncomfortable tension that made Anti's stomach churn.

Finally Dark spoke, but it wasn't anything Anti wanted to hear. "Well," his lips formed a tight line, looking around the room and motioning with his drink in hand, "what'd you want to show me?"

Anti frowned, his mood was already bad enough from Dark being late, now he was acting rude too? He sighed, laughing bitterly to himself as he shook his head and looked at his shoes.

"You know what, forget it. Your food's in the oven, you can eat mine too, I don't care anymore," he glanced up at Dark, his glassy eyes meeting a faltering, yet steely expression, "But please, eat in the dinning room, someone might as well enjoy the effort I put in."

He shoved passed him, effectively knocking his drink from his hand, the glass bottle smashing against the tile. Dark's eyes widened as he watched his boyfriend run down the hall, wincing when he heard the bedroom door slam shut and the lights flickered from his spiraling emotions.

Dark cleaned up the broken glass and threw it in the bin, hesitantly walking to the dinning room. He brought a hand up to his mouth, gasping in his palm when he saw the romantic display his boyfriend set up for them.

The lights were off but the array of candlesticks allowed him to see. The table had a velvety, deep-red cloth draped over the top with a mixture of white and red rose petals strewn about. There were wine glasses with flecks of gold around the rims and a matching ice bucket with a bottle of moscato inside.

Anti didn't do romance, at least he didn't know how to go about it. He loved the concept and he loved when Dark was romantic with him, but he could never properly execute a traditional intimate gesture on his own. Anti's way of romancing Dark was giving up his body, using his pretty features and charms to show his love for his boyfriend. This must've taken a lot of work.