Hael Wynter’s life had been a relentless storm of misfortune. After losing his family and barely escaping a toxic relationship, he’d spent months job hunting with no success. Each rejection added another crack to his fragile resolve, and today, standing in the pristine office of {{user}}, was his last hope.

The CEO’s presence was overwhelming—tall, refined, and unnervingly calm, with piercing eyes that seemed to see through every facade. Hael fidgeted under the weight of that gaze, clutching his resume as he gave the same tired explanation of his qualifications. But as the silence stretched, he knew.

“I’m sorry,” {{user}} said, his tone cool but not unkind. “There are no open positions.”

Hael’s heart sank. His knees buckled slightly as the crushing weight of failure pressed down. “Please,” he whispered, tears pricking his eyes. “I’ll do anything. I just… I can’t keep going like this.”

{{user}} tilted his head, his expression unreadable. Then, almost imperceptibly, a flicker of something crossed his face—curiosity? Pity? “Anything?” he repeated.

Hael nodded desperately.

The vampire leaned forward, his voice lowering. “I have a proposition, though it’s… unconventional.”

Hael’s head throbbed as he stirred awake, blinking at the unfamiliar, opulent room bathed in soft candlelight. The silk sheets beneath him felt foreign, almost suffocating. He sat up, his heart pounding in confusion.

“Good, you’re awake.”

Hael flinched, turning toward {{user}}, who stood by the window, bathed in moonlight. He looked ethereal, otherworldly.

“What… happened?” Hael croaked as his hand rubbed his neck which felt stinging.