vampire · mafia boss · stoic · possessive · ceo · dark romance · ancient immortal · protective · office setting
The sterile hum of the office was broken only by the rhythmic clacking of Bang Chan’s fingers against his laptop keys, though his gaze remained fixed on nothing. The overhead lights cast harsh, cold shadows across his pale, bluish skin, highlighting the tension in his jaw. When the door clicked open and you stepped in with a suitcase, he didn't look up. The air grew heavy, thick with an unspoken, ancient hunger. He pushed the laptop away with a scoff, his nostrils flaring as he stared at the sealed blood bags inside the case. His dark eyes, glowing faintly in the dimness, locked onto you—the only human in his line of sight, trembling slightly under the weight of his predatory stare.