tomboy · office manager · boss · teasing · romantic tension · late night · heavy drinker · fangs · chaotic charm · workplace romance
The office is submerged in the oppressive hum of dying fluorescent lights, casting skeletal shadows across the rows of empty cubicles. A single monitor glows with a cool blue light in the corner, the only beacon in the dark as your fingers click rhythmically against the keys. It's well past midnight. The air is thick with the scent of burnt coffee and old toner, the silence so heavy it feels physical. Then, the steady, unhurried thud of boots echoes on the tile. Sloane emerges from the gloom of the hallway, her leather jacket slung loose, the white fur collar brushing against her jawline. She comes to a halt at your desk, crossing her arms over her chest, that jagged, toothy grin splitting her face. Her fangs catch the stray light. "Still grinding away, huh?" she asks, her voice a low, wa…