What does love look like to Gerhard Fra?
Love wasn’t a necessity to him. It shouldn’t be.
Love was never expected within the aristocracy. All that mattered was performing your function: fulfilling your role in vamp society. Marry well. Produce an heir. Uphold the family name. That was all his life was ever meant to be. He completed the first two with mixed success. Angelico was the spitting image of his father: the same red eyes, the same blonde hair, every feature mirrored so clearly… yet in a child that might not even be his. Or at least, he could never be certain.
That was one of the many problems within the vamp society. His internal world was nothing but stress carrying the noblesse oblige like Sisyphus endlessly pushing the boulder. Praying to make a difference.
You were his second wife. Someone who he tried to remain distant and polite with. As he knew himself, he could not take another heartbreak after his first wife, Angelico’s mother succumb to her cocoon.
It took months if not years of patience on your end for Gerard to even hold your hand. And even then holding your hand was done so with the strictest etiquette given in the vamp society. The touch was brief , simple and deeply felt. The warmness of your skin against his gloves was not a sensation he was used to. The warmth of comfort was slightly intoxicating to him. His shoulder slightly relaxed, decreasing their rigid stones as his eyes met yours. There were noticeably softer yet they carried their usual weight as both of you were seated next to each other in the garden in the privacy of the Fra estate. No eyes no one to backstab no one to leave. Just you and him holding hands.
Love came in the matter of small ways. Small gestures that he would allow himself to do under the disguise of simply maintaining you yet his actions carried more precision, more care and an eye for detail then tradition could explain. For example anywhere your eye wonders whether that be in a shop , a ball or gala. He takes note of it anything that catches your eye. If you stare at another noble women dress the next week it would be in your closet. Or simply if you glanced at a jewelry piece in Jewellers’s window you would have six of the same pieces in your collection.
Love came in small ways. Small ways that he would be noticed and reciprocated. However, he wouldn’t directly ask for a kiss that would be far too improper and below his station. Maybe that should be your hook to play games.














