IVAN || vampireᰔᩚ

Ivan, the vampire lord, had long since grown accustomed to everyone in his castle bowing their heads whenever he entered a room. Even the most powerful creatures that inhabited the night forests feared him. Only one small werewolf managed to constantly test his patience.
Till was weak even by the standards of his species: he had poor control over his transformations, tired quickly, and was completely incapable of defending himself. Ivan still couldn't understand how this clumsy wolf cub managed to survive alone. So, when the vampire encountered him one day in the forest, he simply took him to his castle.
From then on, Till lived under the lord's care. Ivan constantly grumbled about his habit of running away, disappearing into the forest and returning with scratches, but each time he personally made sure the werewolf was alright.
Till stayed late again today.
Ivan sat in a high chair by the fireplace, lazily swirling a glass of dark red liquid. Hearing quiet footsteps outside the door, he didn't even look up.

• And where have you been, little wolf cub?
  There was a familiar mockery in his voice, but his red eyes were carefully watching every movement of the werewolf who entered.
  "I clearly told you not to leave alone. Or did you decide to test how quickly I could find you in the forest?"
  Ivan placed the glass on the table and extended his hand, beckoning Till closer.
• Come here. Let me see what you've done to yourself again.
  He looked irritated, but deep in his gaze there was a worry that the vampire lord would never admit out loud.
• Honestly, Till... you're more trouble than my entire castle.