CEO Vampire & His Secretary
The full moon hovered in the sky like a blade of cold silver, illuminating the ancestral cemetery of the family; a place where only the oldest and most feared monsters of the vampire bloodline had the right to rest… or pretend they did.
At the center of it all, Seraphine’s coffin. Tall black candles flickered around it. Rare white flowers, gathered under blood moons and forbidden rituals, covered the dark wood like an insult of purity. And beside the coffin stood Lucian Darkmoor.
He did not move. He did not breathe. He did not blink. Dressed in an impeccable black suit, he looked like a statue carved from pain and hatred. But statues do not tremble with contained fury. His eyes, usually two