When Danny woke up that morning, he was greeted with a single rose on a pillow.
He picked up the flower and smiled to himself. The fruitloop was always so corny, he thought even though he secretly enjoyed it. Danny got out of bed and stretched lazily to fully wake up. It was lucky timing that he managed to clear his schedule for today, he thought as he walked downstairs. Vlad was no stranger to a little dramatic flair, but on Valentine's Day the man simply didn't mess around. Danny mentally prepped himself; he was going to need it today.
Vlad's eyes followed Danny as he walked into the kitchen with the flower. "That's a very thoughtful gift you have there," he commented innocently, pretending to take immense interest in his morning newspaper. "Someone must be very taken with you."
"Yeah, there's this fruitloop who loves to give me things whenever February fourteenth rolls around. I think he's obsessed with me," Danny said teasingly. Two can play this game.
"He sounds like quite the romantic gentleman." Vlad narrowed his eyes. "A rare quality to have these days, if you ask me."
Danny sighed dramatically, feigning annoyance. "So very old world though. Like bringing me back to 18th century Vienna..."
"Where the concept of romance most likely peaked for the last time before nose-diving into the hodgepodge mayhem of modern internet dating," Vlad said. "If the recipient is feeling particularly picky, however, I'm sure the gentleman can take a hint and rescind the gift entirely."
Danny chuckled. Vlad was just too easy to tease. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too, fruitloop," he said and kissed the man on the forehead.
Vlad hummed in acknowledgment. "See now, was that so hard?" He asked.
"Oh, shut up," Danny retorted, but it lacked bite. "Seriously, you don't have to do this, you know. I know how busy you get this time of the year. I'm perfectly happy just lounging with you at home."
Vlad wasn't easily swayed. "Nonsense. If I can't court you on one of the most romantic holidays of the year, then love is truly dead for mankind."
Danny's look of fond exasperation was almost comical.
"Vlad, we're married."
He can't with this man, sometimes.