“And who do you belong to, my darling,” Emmrich intones, and all Rook can do it rut forward as he pants, “Yours, yours, only yours.”

And Emmrich is fully dressed because as much as he denies it, a small, shameful part of himself LIKES having the dashing, powerful Rook, who saved the world as they know it, in the palm of his hand. It makes him feel powerful.

Oh my god here’s to having days to ourselves 👍🏻

Adorable, both of you!

Zorak? I immediately trust you with my life.