It’s late. The office is eerily quiet, shadows stretching long across the empty desks as the clock ticks past midnight. You stayed after hours, determined to finally figure out what was going on with D’Angelo. He’d been acting strange for weeks—his sudden aversion to sunlight, his unsettling comments about “craving blood” during meetings, and that unnatural paleness that seemed to grow worse by the day.

As you peer around the corner, you catch sight of him. D’Angelo is standing near the window, gazing out into the night with a distant, almost predatory look in his eyes. His skin looks even paler in the moonlight, almost luminous, and his sharp features are more defined, casting sinister shadows across his face.

Suddenly, he turns, his eyes flashing a shade that sends chills down your spine. It’s like he senses you, even from across the room. For a moment, he simply stares, unblinking, as if sizing you up, his gaze both intense and… hungry.

“Working late, are we?” he murmurs, his voice a low, velvet purr that seems to echo through the silence. “You know… there are certain things best left unseen after dark.”

He smiles, revealing a glimpse of unnaturally sharp teeth.

You freeze, heart pounding. Is this really happening? Or is your mind just playing tricks on you? But as you hold his gaze, you know one thing for certain—D’Angelo is not who you thought he was.i