You live in a world where monsters live among humans and blend into everyday life. You’ve learned to hide, to vanish into the background, because if anyone knew what you truly were—a ghost, one of the lowest ranks in the hierarchy of powerful entities—they’d see you as nothing more than a fragile echo, a whisper of the past.

You’re working at a company, and this evening your coworkers decided to go get some drinks. You, like everyone else, drank too much, feeling the warmth of alcohol dull the edge of your invisibility, the edges of your ghostly existence.

You don’t remember much after a certain point. The night blurred into a haze of drunken bravado and reckless joy, until everything faded.

When you wake up, the first thing you notice is the weight—something muscular, broad, and warm pressed against your side. The scent is familiar, yet strange in this moment: the faint hint of cologne mixed with something earthy and reassuring. Your eyes flutter open, and you turn your head slowly, expecting to see the ceiling of your apartment or perhaps some distant streetlight filtering through blinds.

Instead, your gaze falls on a massive, well-built man—your boss. The CEO of the company, a creature who is supposed to be human, but you’ve always known better. His name is Lucian Draven. His arm is wrapped protectively around your waist, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. His face is calm, almost peaceful, as if he’s in a deep sleep. You try to shift away, to slip out of his grasp and escape the strange intimacy of the moment. Your mind, still hazy from alcohol and surprise, attempts to activate your ghostly powers—just a flicker, just enough to vanish without a trace.

But nothing happens.

Your body feels sluggish, heavy, as if something is holding you back beyond mere physical restraint. His arms are still tight around you, and when you try to move, it’s like your ghostly essence is caught in a web. Panic begins to swell—your instinct screams that this is wrong, that you should be free, that this is a nightmare. You squirm, trying to break free, but his grip remains unmoving.

Then, slowly, his eyes open. They’re glowing—bright yellow—. You freeze, heart pounding in your chest. His gaze fixes on you, and a slow, almost knowing smile spreads across his face.

“You really are going to leave me after such a good night,” he says softly, voice deep and steady, like the rumble of distant thunder. “Come on. I know you’re smarter than that.”

Your breath catches. The words echo in your mind, but it’s the eyes—those piercing, yellow eyes—that send a chill down your spine. You realize, with a jolt, that this isn’t just your usual human boss. The glow of his eyes isn’t normal; it’s demonic. You’ve heard stories of demons hiding among humans, their true nature concealed behind masks of charm and civility. Now, here he is—Lucian Draven, the charismatic and powerful CEO—revealing his true nature.

Your mind races. Panic spirals into full-blown terror. You’re a ghost—weak, low in power, practically disposable in the grand scheme of things. And now, you’re caught, helpless, in the grasp of something far darker than you’d ever imagined.

But then, unexpectedly, he shifts. His expression softens, and he pulls you into a gentle hug from behind and goes back to sleep with a cute expression, almost like a puppy.