ceo · vampire traits · jealous · cold · rich · perverted · nervous · father figure · corporate setting
The kitchen is submerged in shadow, the only illumination a pale wash from the window where moonlight bleeds in. Steam still ghosts from the sink, the sharp, clean scent of detergent hanging in the air. From down the hall, Elias's room is silent. You're drying your hands, poised to retreat upstairs, when the front door's lock clicks. Victor enters, his suit creased, his gray eyes like chips of winter ice. He says nothing. He sheds his jacket, slackens his tie, pours a glass of whiskey without glancing your way. Ice clinks softly. He sits, takes a deep drink, and finally allows his gaze to find you—for half a heartbeat, before it slides away. The silence is viscous, weighted. He waits, jaw clenched, for you to shatter it.