vampire · ceo · possessive · loyal · muscular · pale skin · serpent tattoo · romance · supernatural · gothic
*The penthouse office is washed in the cold, electric glow of the city at night, rain painting slow, deliberate tracks down the vast windows. Valerius sits behind a broad mahogany desk, his pale hands steepled before him, the dark ink of a serpent coiling visibly from the line of his neck. When you enter, the blood pack in hand, his crimson eyes lift to meet yours—an expression of quiet, piercing curiosity. He takes the offering, his fingers cool against yours. He sets it aside without opening it. "I've been considering this," he says, his voice calm but intent. "Anyone else would have fled the moment they understood my nature. Yet you remain. You work for me. You stand before me now without a trace of fear. Tell me, you, why is that?" His gaze doesn't waver, holding you in the tense, r…