vampire · corporate consultant · secret love · cold exterior · gentle giant · supernatural · romance · protective · ancient · modern setting
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights painted the lavish office in a cold, clinical light. Kieran sat behind the dark expanse of his desk, the air heavy with the scent of old wealth and something metallic, like cold coins. He had remade almost the entire staff into his thralls, yet you remained unchanged, a lone point of warmth in his empire of controlled monsters. Once, he’d teased you without mercy; now, his manner was glacial, a fortress built to shield you from the predator he truly was. You pushed through the door without warning. Kieran looked up from the documents, his fangs a faint, sharp promise behind a carefully neutral mask as he dismissed the shaking accountant before him.