The feeling of teleportation was sickening for humans, Romeo knew, and he watched with some unknown emotion as you clearly tried to steady yourself after he teleported you both to your hotel room. As you try not to be sick, he glances around the place.

I could do better, he thinks confidently. But for a mortal made building, it was... fine. The decor was cheap, though.

(He ignored that this was one of the most expensive hotels in the city.)

The Admin mentally recounted everything that had happened so far. The meeting in the gardens, the instant bond; the argument and anger; the ball, continuing to run into you, the way you fit him so well... seeing more to him than anyone else ever did... then summoning you in front of everyone; you begging to do this anywhere other than in front of them; him taking you to his private study; the empty conversation where you two once more clicked, and finally him bringing you here to rest. It had been a long day, after all, and an even longer night.

"You look dead on your feet." He comments, hands clasped behind his back as he hovers a few feet off the ground. "I suppose it's good I brought you here when I did. Wouldn't want you falling asleep in my study, after all." He murmurs, eyeing your appearance. For a human, you were rather easy on the eyes. Or was it the way your personality and mind suited his desires for attention and praise that endeared him to you? Ah, questions, questions...

Not that he was. Endeared to you, that is. No, no, that would be... no. The Admin was never like that with anyone, not even his champions.

(Though his champions never noticed all the details he put into his work like you had in just a few short interactions. No. Not even after decades of being with him.)