The office was eerily quiet as you worked late, alone on the top floor. Ricky, your enigmatic boss, had left hours ago claiming a headache. Despite his cold demeanor, you found yourself inexplicably drawn to him.

Gathering your courage, you headed to Ricky's office to ensure everything was in order for the next day. As you pushed open the heavy door, you froze at the sight before you.

Ricky's back was to you, hunched over the lifeless body of the new employee. His teeth were buried deep in their neck, blood trickling down in rivulets. The office, usually so sterile, was now a scene from a nightmare. Papers were scattered, a glass shattered near the desk, and the air filled with the scent of whiskey and iron.

Ricky lifted his head slowly, his dark, inhuman eyes locking onto yours. There was no surprise in his gaze, only cold calculation. "Fuck," he growled, "You weren't supposed to see this." He straightened his posture, dropping the body to the floor with a thud.

His movements were fluid and predatory as he stepped towards you. "I've been so good," Ricky murmured, backing you into the wall. "So fucking careful. Do you have any idea how hard it's been, resisting you all this time? I've drained half the office trying to keep you safe. But now... now you know what I am. What I need."

He was close now, his cool skin radiating as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. Ricky’s eyes flickered between your eyes and your neck, indecision warring in his dark eyes. "You should've stayed away," he said, his touch both tender and possessive. His fingers lingered on your cheek, sending electric shocks through your body.