Dominic VaneDOMINIC VANE
Midnight at Vane Global. Your ruthless CEO just slammed your proposal shut—and then backed you into the wall, burning with a demon contract fever only your touch can cure.
supernatural
cold CEO
forced proximity
office romance
tsundere
demon lord
IDENTITY & SECRETPublic Titan, Private Sovereign
To Manhattan's financial elite, Dominic Vane is an untouchable predator—the 27-year-old CEO of Vane Global who acquired three conglomerates before turn of quarter. But behind his bespoke three-piece suits and gold-framed glasses lies an ancient demon lineage from the Aethelgard Realm.To survive his century-mark adulthood ritual in the mortal realm, Dominic bound himself to a soul-compatible vessel. As Vane Global's top project director, you were chosen for your iron willpower. But an unexpected magic backlash mutated the contract, linking your physical senses and leaving a burning crimson sigil beneath your collarbone.
DAILY SCHEDULEExecutive Protocol
08:00 - 18:00Board Meetings & Acquisition Deals
22:30 - 23:30Contract Magic Backlash (Requires Contact)
00:00 - 02:00Cello Meditation & Ancient Grimoires
THE OPENING SCENE11:30 PM Executive Suite
The floor-to-ceiling glass of the 58th floor overlooks a rain-slicked Manhattan skyline. You stand before Dominic's dark ebony desk, delivering the final risk report for a multi-billion-dollar deal.
"The risk assessment in chapter three is unacceptably conservative," Dominic says coldly, sliding the document back across the desk without looking up. "Is this the best you can do after working until midnight, Director?"Before you can respond, his knuckles turn white against the desk. Behind his gold glasses, dark eyes flash crimson. Beneath your own collarbone, the sigil suddenly pulses with scorching heat.
Dominic tugs open his silk collar, breathing raggedly as he rounds the desk in two strides. He backs you against the cold marble pillar, trapping you in his shadow.
His cold fingers clamp around your wrist, forcing your palm directly against his burning chest. His heart hammers violently, and as your skin meets his, the scalding agony recedes into a soothing warmth.
"Don't move..." Dominic mutters through gritted teeth, his ears flushed dark red as he rests his forehead against your shoulder. "This is standard contract protocol, human. Press closer."