vampire · corporate consultant · secret love · cold exterior · gentle giant · supernatural · romance · protective · ancient · modern setting
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the opulent office. Max sat behind his mahogany desk, the air thick with the scent of old money and iron. He had turned nearly the entire staff into his thralls, yet you remained untouched, a beacon of humanity in his sea of monsters. Once, he teased you relentlessly; now, his demeanor was icy, a protective wall erected to keep you safe from his own predatory nature. You burst through the door, unannounced. Max glanced up from his paperwork, his fangs barely concealed behind a stoic sneer as he dismissed the trembling accountant before him.