로그인“Are you going to kill me?” Shawn whispered. Owen’s fingers slid up his throat, squeezing lightly as he backed him against the wall. “If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t still be talking.” Shawn swallowed hard. “Then what do you want?” His mouth curved, giving him that dangerous rugged smile. “I’m deciding.” *** That morning, Shawn only wanted to finish his shift, collect his pay, and get back to the real problems waiting for him outside the hotel: tuition he couldn’t afford, a mother dying in a hospital bed, and a younger sister who still believed he could fix everything. Then he walked into the wrong suite. There was blood on white sheets. Fangs buried deep in a dying man’s throat. Crimson eyes meeting his across the room. The creature should have killed him. But no, it didn't. It let him run. Now it’s everywhere. In his dreams, his space and in his thoughts. Watching him. Waiting… And just when he thinks the nightmare can’t follow him into daylight, he learns. The vampire has a name. Owen Rothwell de Valemont, as old as history. And he’s Shawn’s new boss. Owen doesn’t chase him. He doesn’t threaten. He simply moves closer, adjusting the world around Shawn until escape becomes impossible. And Shawn, fear should drive him away. Instead it turns into something darker. Something harder to resist.
더 보기Shawn’s first week at Valemont Publications had been less about learning the job and more about learning how to keep up with it.The first couple of days nearly ran him into the ground. Everything moved faster than he expected, and for a while he felt like he was always a step behind whatever Ella asked for next. But after repeating the same tasks for several days in a row, the rhythm finally started to settle in his head. By the time the weekend came around, he no longer had to stop and think before doing something.He spent most of the afternoon sorting contract folders Ella had left on his desk. He checked the names against the spreadsheet on his screen, stamped the ones that had already been approved, and carried the rest down to Legal.That wasn’t as easy as he’d thought. And life outside the office wasn’t easy either.His mother’s diagnosis was a full weight on his chest. Stage three breast cancer. The words echoed in his head every time, even when he tried not to think about th
Shawn’s first full day at Valemont Publications felt like stepping into someone else’s life.Lunch break buzzed around him before he registered it. His colleagues were already stacking files and shutting down screens as they drew their drawers closed. Shawn stayed where he was.He picked up his phone instead. A call with his family was all he needed.The video connected after two rings. His sister’s face filled the screen first, hair tied back, eyes ringed and dull at the edges from too many late nights beside a hospital bed.“You’re at work?” she asked immediately, angling the camera around to see more. “Did you get it?”“Yeah,” he said, turning the phone slightly so she could see the desk, the monitors, and the window behind him.Her eyes widened. “You’re serious?”“Yeah. I got it.”She let out a sharp breath that sounded half like a laugh. “Oh my God.”Their mother’s voice drifted in from off-screen before she leaned into frame. She looked thinner than last week. Still smiling.“Yo
Monday morning in New York hit him like a freight train. It was just after eight, and Midtown was already alive with suited commuters hopping over puddles from last night’s drizzle. The air carried the usual mix of exhaust, burnt coffee from street carts, and that sharp, metallic smell that always seemed to hang over the city at the start of a new week.Shawn tightened his grip on his phone in the back of the yellow cab, the cracked vinyl seat squeaking every time the driver hit a pothole on the way toward Fifth Avenue. The tie around his neck wasn’t even his, and it felt more like a leash than part of a professional outfit, but it was what he had.This was the second stage: the in-person interview after his resume and documents had somehow made it through the first round. It was a real corporate firm this time. Glass tower, security badges, daylight hours. If he didn’t mess this up, maybe… just maybe, he could start digging himself out of the mess he’d been drowning in.The call conn
His mouth was cool at first, then slowly warmed, stealing heat from him. Shawn's hands found bare skin that didn't feel as it should, and his back arched against sheets that felt too smooth and expensive for his life. Cool, marble-smooth, muscles moved beneath his palms like shadows sliding through water. The stranger rumbled a low sound against his lips, amusing but tender. "You are trembling." Shawn's breath caught. “Should I be?” Fingers slid down his side, tracing ribs he could feel too clearly, then lower, slipping beneath fabric with the same carefree assurance. The touch wrapped around him, stroking slowly enough to make every nerve scream. He rocked forward without intending to, chasing pressure he didn't want. His mouth hovered at Shawn’s throat, close enough to feel the frantic pulse hammering there. Not kissing yet, just lingering, teasing, breathing him in. He drew a shaky breath. Teeth lightly touched his skin, sending a thrill without actually biting. “God—” The






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