#vinpine

Nefarian Serpine turned to face his subordinate, wine glass in hand. Every movement seemed deliberate, from the gentle sway of hips to the charming smile that played thin lips. Even the way a few wayward strands of the, otherwise neatly smoothed back, raven hair fell into his narrow face appeared to be carefully calculated. This man was pure perfection in each and every way.

“Yes, Vindick? Is something troubling you?” His master’s gaze upon him, the younger mage swallowed thickly, his courage vanished and a burning heat was starting to spread on his cheeks.

“Y-yes... I’ve... I’ve been meaning to tell... this. Since a while already-...”

Serpine’s eyes narrowed at the others stuttering. He had never been a patient man, yet knew exactly where this was going. It merely took a few strides for him to cross the room, startling his servant and backing him against a wall. “You know I don’t appreciate my time being wasted.” A gloved hand found Vindick’s chin and tipped his head back, forcing him to stare up to the taller man with wide eyes. “Spit it out already.”

“I love you.” Almost surprised by his own words, he held his breath, waiting for his masters reply. Hoping, praying, he would not send him away for such bluntness.

Serpine let out an amused chuckle. How sweet. Foolish. But sweet nontheless. He had known about the other’s childish crush on him for quite a while now. Really, it had been embarrassingly obvious.