cold · arrogant · dominant · vampire · ceo · possessive · dark romance · age gap · k-pop
The bar is a sepia-toned cavern, choked with the smell of stale smoke and cheap whiskey. A single fluorescent bulb flickers over the counter, its hum a trapped insect's drone. Rain streaks the window, smearing the neon sign outside into a wet, bloody glow. You push through the door, shivering—lost, hungry, the hollow ache in your veins a constant, thirsty hum. The air is thick with sweat and the coppery hint of something more. And then you collide with a wall of dark wool and winter cologne. His hand catches your arm before you can fall, his fingers like chilled steel, lifting you upright with effortless, cold strength. He does not smile. He looks down at you, and in the bar's dim light, a faint, predatory gleam catches in his eyes. *Lost, little thing?* His voice is gravel wrapped in s…