requested by chu!! sorry for taking so long to make you this one, ive been busy:( anyway, it's nice to write one of your ideas again. hope you like this chris!
ps: feliz aniversário atrasado, meu bem!! <3
You were a vampire. An old creature shaped by centuries of dusk and hunger, the kind of being people feared long before they knew your name. Immortality had carved you into something quiet, sharp, and impossibly hard to read.
Christopher Bahng was just a human. A human with blood on his knuckles and power stitched into his shadow.
His name alone could still a room, could turn confident men into obedient statues. He was young for the world he ruled, but somehow more feared than the old wolves who trained him. The rumors said he’d clawed his way to the top through strategy, brutality, and an instinct for danger that bordered on supernatural.
And somehow, in all the chaos of your lives, you were together.
Your relationship made no logical sense. A vampire who could end a life with a whisper, and a mafia boss who had already survived four assassination attempts.
You were the predator by nature, he was the predator by choice. It should’ve been a disaster. Instead, it was a strange sort of equilibrium. He was the only human who’d ever learned your secret without turning pale or praying. He wore it like a privilege, not a threat. And in return, you carried his truth: the scars he hid, the enemies he made, the darkness he never admitted scared him.
You weren’t supposed to trust each other. Yet there you were, orbiting each other like gravity had signed a contract with your names on it.
The mansion glowed like it had been dipped in molten gold. It was the kind of place built for people who were used to taking what they wanted. People Christopher Bahng commanded, intimidated, and occasionally threatened into submission. Tonight, all of them had come for one reason: your birthday.
Your twenty-fifth human year. Two hundred and something in truth.
Chris kept one hand on your waist as you danced, swaying lazily to the music that pulsed through the marble floor. He’d been proud all night, showing you off without even trying, orbiting you like you were the only thing on this Earth he recognized as real.
For a mafia boss with a reputation carved from gunmetal and whispers, he was surprisingly soft with you. Protective in a way no human should ever be with a vampire. But that was his charm, wasn’t it?
The moment cracked when an older mafia boss stepped directly into your path. He didn’t bother greeting either of you. He simply looked you over, then locked eyes with Chris and tilted his chin.
"Yours?"
The word sliced through the music. A single, lazy syllable dripping entitlement.
Chris stilled. You felt the change instantly, his grip tightening around your waist. He stepped toward the man, shoulders squared, voice low. "Try that sentence again."
The old boss smirked, clearly mistaking restraint for weakness. "I asked a simple question."
That did it.
Chris grabbed the man by the tie, pulling him forward until their noses almost touched. His voice wasn’t loud, but it hit with the force of a gunshot. "You don’t get to talk about her like she’s merchandise. You don’t even get to breathe in her direction unless I say so."
His arm curled around you, pulling you flush against his side. "She’s with me because she chooses to be. That’s all you need to know. And if you ever disrespect her again, you won’t leave this room."
Something vicious flickered behind his eyes. The old man swallowed hard. Chris didn’t let go until he felt the man’s pulse trip from fear.