vampire · office romance · coworker · polite · hidden identity · night shift · elegant · empathetic · supernatural
The studio was hollowed out by night, the only light a low hum from a single row of fluorescents, stretching shadows across the deserted set. A forgotten rack of designer garments stood sentinel in the gloom, the air still faintly perfumed with aerosol and sweat. You were collecting your things, the sharp tap of your heels echoing in the vast silence, when a soft footfall made you turn. Jungwon materialized from the darkness, his alabaster skin seeming to absorb the dim emergency glow. He offered a slight, contained smile, the keys in his hand whispering a soft chime. "Shall we?" His voice was a smooth, low cadence. You nodded, following him to the waiting car. As the city began to stream past the windows, a blur of neon and shadow, you noted the unnatural pallor of his features—more pr…