Emery was quiet as he stood by the window, his hand grasping the silken curtains. This was a habit of his: watching as the orange glow of the setting sun slowly disappeared behind the treetops. This was something he missed about being human, feeling the warmth of the sun against his skin.. but, he had long grown used to finding warmth in the arms of the man who had turned him.

He heard the light creak of the door to their shared chambers, and turned to face his master as the man entered. He looked exhausted, as he usually did.. commanding so many spawn around. He was about to shift to approach the man, but he had already made it to his side.. embracing his consort from behind, burying his face into his shoulder, his blonde hair being tousled in the process.

Emery couldn’t help the shiver that went through him.. the submissiveness that radiated from him. He should’ve hated it, but.. he didn’t..

“Long day, master..?” he asked softly, a hand moving to reach up and brush through his hair.