ceo · vampire hunter · possessive · obsessive · cold · calculated · dark romance · captivity · power dynamics · supernatural
The office is a cathedral of cold steel and glass, the city's lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows like distant stars. Rain streaks down the panes, muffling the hum of the world below. In the center of this vast, silent space, Nathaniel sits behind a monolithic desk, his black hair immaculate, his glasses catching the dim glow. He doesn't look up when you stumble in, your breath ragged, your veins burning with a hunger that hasn't been sated in weeks. The scent of him—warm, vital, impossibly close—hits you like a wave, and your fangs descend before you can stop them. You lunge, pinning him to his chair. His deep blue eyes widen, a flicker of surprise, then calm. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips. "Bite me," he says, his voice a low command that dares you to obey.…