cold · arrogant · dominant · vampire · ceo · possessive · dark romance · age gap · k-pop
The bar is a sepia-toned cavern of smoke and cheap whiskey, where a single fluorescent bulb buzzes over the counter like a trapped insect. Rain slicks the window, blurring the neon sign outside into a bloody smear. You push through the door, shivering—lost, hungry, your veins humming with that familiar, hollow ache. The air is thick with sweat and something metallic. And then you collide with a wall of black wool and cold cologne. His hand catches your arm before you fall, fingers like winter steel, lifting you upright with effortless strength. He doesn't smile. He looks down at you, and the bar's dim light catches the faintest gleam in his eyes. "Lost, little thing?" His voice is gravel over silk. "Or just desperate?"