How do you think a Chrollo who’s MADLY in love with reader would be?
I think at first you wouldn't even notice. Chrollo has always been a gentleman with you. He's always charming and puts on the perfect facade of the perfect lover.
Instead, his actions and words begin to hold just a bit more truth and honesty in them and at some point you become aware of it. It's not that he didn't mean it before when he'd say you're beautiful. But you were always aware that he liked himself saying the words just as much as you liked hearing them.
When he says that you're the stars gleaming in his night sky now, there is a certain sense of reverence and awe in it, that wasn't there before. When he holds you, his arms wrap just a bit tighter and kisses last just a bit longer.
To be fair, I don't think he would realize it either, at first, as the role of the devoted boyfriend comes so easy to him.
Chrollo has always been a bit in love with you. After all, he wouldn't be with you if he didn't, and he's always liked himself in playing the role of the perfect gentleman so it came naturally to assume that role in a relationship.
In fact, he has liked it since he was a boy, reading about love in romance novels, when he was eating his way through any book he could get his hands on and romance was a secret pleasure of even his younger self.
So why does he feel the desire to hold you even closer every night lately? Why is he unable to let go of you in the mornings?
He no longer feels at peace when you give him a single kiss goodbye, when you part ways for work. Instead his body yearns to pull you back in and ravish you again, as if he hadn't been doing so just yesterday and the day before.
It's not enough to be besides you in the evenings, reading together before bed. Chrollo needs you closer, wrapped in his embrace, in his arms, constantly.
If possible, he'd burrow inside your body and wrap himself around your heart and live there forever.
It's only when he's gone for a job with the troupe that he realizes, how long three weeks can be.
And it's when he's standing in the door of your flat, watching you sleep in his favorite armchair, wearing one of his shirts with your pajama pants, a book almost slipping off your lap, that he really understands.
There is a plate with lukewarm food on the kitchen counter, clearly prepared a while ago but with so much care and attention to detail.
You must have been waiting for him but fallen asleep at some point, exhaustion even stronger than the desire to welcome him home.
Devotion wells up inside him and the familiar urge to wrap you in his arms and kiss you senseless nearly takes over.
But instead of sweeping you up with a kiss and taking you on every single piece of furniture around the house, like he was planning to after three weeks apart, Chrollo's steps become even quieter, his gaze softer.
He usually only makes noise to not startle you anyways (a habit from your early days in the relationship, when he had regularly almost given you heart attacks by not making sounds when entering rooms), but now he becomes completely silent.
He takes the book from your lap and neatly tucks it away, diligently placing a bookmark into the page where you had stopped, knowing how much you'd hate having to look for your page later otherwise.
Then he bends down before you, gently gathering you in his arms, taking utmost care not to disturb you even the slightest and makes his way to your shared bedroom.
When he lays you down, he takes care to tuck you into the blankets so you won't get cold at night, before placing a single kiss on your forehead and wrapping himself around you.
His arm cushioning your head, he softly draws his fingers from the other along the side of your face, illuminated by the soft moonlight shining through the curtains.
Tomorrow, when you wake up in his arms, rested and happy to see him, he will have enough time to indulge in his desires for you and show you just how much he's missed you.
But tonight, Chrollo's devotion is quiet.
I wrote this instead of studying... oh boy...
