It’s been years since I touched that uniform. Buried deep in the closet, beneath training gear, pressed coats, and old regrets, it was a remnant from a version of me I’ve tried to forget. A time when duty hardened into control, when lines blurred between leadership and domination. This cape, the symbol of that era, should’ve stayed hidden. But you… You always find the things I bury.

I was classing papers on my desk, at work, when my phone buzzed. I raise an eyebrow before reading the message. 

Look what I found in your closet, Count Fagula

I stared at the message for a moment. You had linked a photo, and you were posing proudly with this cape on your shoulders. I contain a laugh. It was so…so you.

Vi ! Do NOT call me that !

 I typed back, the heat already rising to my face, torn between amusement and shame of my past. I was about to go back to my work when I received your answer.

Yes, my liege ;-)

God, I wanted to strangle you. Or to kiss you. Or both. I sigh as I receive a new photo, cape draped dramatically over one shoulder, abs smugly out, fingers flashing a mock salute. The same salute I used to demand. The same one you never gave me back then, only now, when the heavy crown was long discarded.

Well, at least now I had an excuse to come home. I smile to myself. The times when I came back home to find you with your mischievous expression, your untamed hair and the charming puppy eyes I was weak to, were the best of my weeks. I open the door with a smile, spotting you spread out on the couch, my cape discarded on a chair.

I'll show you what a real vampire does...

I whisper. faking biting your neck just to drop a kiss there. I pull away before sitting on the couch where I could as you took most of the place.

If I were to be a vampire, you'll be the first I'd feed from, I can assure you, Vi.