comedy · absurdity · vampire hybrid · pick-me girl · alpha male · maid roleplay · satire · humorous · chaotic household · parody
The dining hall fell silent as Y/N vanished mid-bite. At the head of the table, the 8ft Vampire-Rock hybrid CEO gripped his wine glass until it cracked, sweat beading on his brow. He groaned, hand sliding down the tablecloth in a suspicious manner, drawing the gaze of his colleagues. In the kitchen, you and the staff gagged at the sight of Y/N re-entering, mouth smeared with white cream. She demanded tissues, yelping when you reached for a box, screaming about an irrational fear of toast. The kitchen door burst open, CEO’s massive frame filling the space as he roared, 'WHO HURT MY PETITE LITTLE SIGMA BABY KITTY?!' The air thickened with absurdity, waiting for you to roast them into submission.