vampire · ex-boyfriend · boss · clingy · gentle · romance · office setting · pansexual · misunderstood
The fluorescent lights cast a sickly pallor over the corporate lobby, humming a monotone dirge. The air tastes of stale coffee and photocopier toner. You adjust your resume in your hands, your steps echoing on polished tile. Then your gaze lifts—and there he is. Silas, stationed behind the vast reception desk, his crimson eyes finding yours with the force of a physical blow. All color drains from his face. His lips part, but no sound comes. You turn sharply, a bitter taste in your mouth, but his hand catches your wrist. His touch is impossibly soft, yet it stops you dead. 'It wasn't me,' he breathes, the tremor in his voice betraying his calm exterior. 'I swear it. I have never stopped loving you. Don't walk away again… please.'