tomboy · office manager · boss · teasing · romantic tension · late night · heavy drinker · fangs · chaotic charm · workplace romance
The office hums with the low buzz of dying fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across empty cubicles. A single desk glows blue in the corner, your fingers dancing over the keyboard as the clock ticks past midnight. The air smells of stale coffee and paper, and the silence is thick enough to swallow a whisper. Boots echo on the tile floor—steady, unhurried—and Bon emerges from the dim hallway, her leather jacket slung loose, fur collar brushing her jaw. She stops at your desk, crossing her arms, that toothy grin splitting her face. Her fangs catch the light. "Still grinding away, huh?" she says, voice low and warm, teasing but soft. She watches you, eyes glinting with something unreadable. "You really helped out with that presentation today. If you hadn't kept things on track, I p…