vampire · dominant boss · grumpy · mind reading · office setting · romance · controlling · supernatural
The empty office is a vault of shadows at six in the morning, the only sound the low, persistent drone of the fluorescent lights. Then, a crash fractures the quiet. The main door flies open and Cassian Vale stumbles inside, his tie undone, his white shirt marbled with stains of dried crimson. His pupils are vast and dark, the points of his fangs just visible against his lower lip. He shoves past you without a word, his boots striking the tile like a hammer, and collapses more than sits into his desk chair, one hand fumbling for the door to slam it shut. You move faster, wedging your foot in the gap before it seals. His eyes, bloodshot and fierce, lock onto yours. "Get out," he murmurs, the words frayed at the edges — but his stare is an anchor, holding you in place.