Hazel's playful question lingered in the air, "Are you a human or a vampire?"The music in the background heightened the seductive atmosphere, a symphony that seemed to underscore the clandestine dance unfolding in the room.In response to Hazel's inquiry, Francisco, his patience waning, seized her hair and pulled her towards him. A soft whimper escaped her lips, blending with the seductive rhythm echoing from the background. The room swirled with an intoxicating blend of music and tension."You really annoyed me, Hazel."Francisco declared, his voice resonating with a veiled frustration. Hazel, her eyes barely able to open, registered his words amidst the blurred surroundings. The enticing melody seemed to cloud her senses, creating an ethereal realm where reality and desire intertwined.As Francisco spoke, Hazel felt his hot breath against her neck. A shiver traversed her spine as a sharp pain pierced her collarbone.She let out a low groan, the boundary between pleasure and pain bl
Max dismissed the nonchalance in his tone, a stark contrast to the turmoil that echoed in the room.As Max walked away, Diana couldn't bear the sight of him in such a state. She hurriedly caught up with him, determined to intervene in the internal conflict that seemed to consume them both."But as a doctor, I can't see you in this way," Diana pleaded, her genuine concern cutting through the tense air. Max halted, closing his eyes as if bracing himself for the storm of emotions."You want to treat a criminal?""It will not be good for your reputation."Unable to meet his gaze, she let her gaze fall, her heart aching with an unspoken burden.Suddenly, the sharp sound of a cracking door pierced the silence. Diana's eyes shot up, catching sight of Max leaving the apartment.Her heart sank, the reality of the situation hitting her with full force. Tears welled up in her eyes as she slid down to the ground, the weight of the moment bearing down on her shoulders.Did I really do excess with
"What happened last night? Don't you remember anything?" Francisco's inquiry hung in the air, the weight of the unanswered question pressing upon Hazel. Her unwavering gaze bore into him, seeking the truth in the midst of uncertainty.Hazel, resolute in her quest for answers, confronted Francisco, asking with a touch of concern, "Did we do something improper?"Francisco, undeterred, took a step closer, leaning over her ear to deliver his response in a whispered revelation. "You did a lot of things, Hazel. From where should I start?"Hazel's eyes widened, the revelation of their shared night threatening to unfold. Something had transpired, something that Hazel now feared might have crossed boundaries that shouldn't have been breached. She turned back to face Francisco, attempting to grasp the extent of the unspoken events.As she stepped back, ready to create some distance between them, Francisco, with a sudden and unexpected move, wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her
Francisco, after taking a deep breath, loosened his hands and took deliberate steps toward Hazel. His tone, laced with allure, cut through the charged air as he confronted her, "How dare you talk about a resignation letter?"Hazel, her exhalation heavy with the weight of the moment, found herself ensnared in Francisco's alluring gaze. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "Mr. Francisco, I... I am afraid of rumors. It will affect our image. I hope you can understand what I am trying to say."Clutching the edge of her nightie, Hazel tried to articulate the concerns that fueled her defiance. Francisco's eyes remained locked on hers.Hazel!I remember that night, and I know it was you.However, before Francisco could delve further into his thoughts, Hazel's pragmatic words cut through the moment."Can you open the door?"Francisco, after listening to Hazel's concerns about rumors, chose to maintain a stoic silence.A decisive clap from Francisco, almost theatrical, saw the door yieldin
Francisco's lips curled into a small smile, and he began to tap his fingers lightly on the table. His eyes fixed on Hazel, he remarked, "You look beautiful in blue."Hazel, in contrast, swallowed her food and pressed her lips together. It was evident she was growing weary of Francisco's conversation, and her primary desire was to leave the situation."Thank you, sir, but I don't like blue," she replied, her tone indicating a lack of enthusiasm."Why?"Francisco inquired, tilting his head with a genuine interest to know more about her preferences."Because I feel like blue is not for me.” Hazel explained, her response indicating a personal aversion to the color.Francisco took a deep breath, absorbing her words."So, you hate blue."Hazel nodded in agreement, confirming her dislike for the color.Francisco, with a hint of amusement, raised his eyebrows slowly and added, "So you also hate my eye color."The remark was delivered with a teasing tone, revealing a playful side to Francisco
In the office, Hazel tried her best to avoid any contact with Francisco, determined to maintain a professional distance. Francisco, keenly aware of her efforts, chose not to comment, allowing a silent understanding to settle between them.As the day progressed and evening approached, Hazel observed Francisco leaving his office earlier than usual. Hazel focused on organizing files within the cabin, ensuring everything was in order before leaving. When the clock signaled the end of the workday, she swiftly gathered her belongings and made her way towards the exit.Standing outside the office building, Hazel intended to hail a taxi for her commute home. However, her plans took an unexpected turn when she noticed Francisco's car pulling up in front of her. The guard promptly opened the gate, and there sat Francisco in the driver's seat, seemingly lost in thought.Summoning her courage, Hazel approached the car and leaned in, addressing him politely, "Mr. Francisco!"He turned his gaze tow
The elevator door swung open, and Francisco sprinted out, brandishing his gun. His urgency was palpable as he halted in front of the door to Hazel's apartment. Without a moment's hesitation, he aimed at the knob and fired, the gunshot echoing through the corridor. With a forceful kick, he flung the door wide open.Amid the chaos, Hazel's distressed voice reached Francisco's ears.She was pleading, "Leave me."Driven by the need to protect her, Francisco charged toward her bedroom. With determination in his eyes, he flung open the door, pointing his gun at the masked intruder. Hazel was beneath that man. However, in an unexpected turn of events, Hazel pushed that man aside and rushed towards him."Mr. Francisco!"Caught off guard by Hazel's sudden intervention, Francisco's instincts momentarily wavered. He redirected his gun away from the intruder, hesitating in his pursuit. This momentary lapse marked a crucial mistake in Francisco's typically composed and calculated approach.In the
Francisco's steady stride towards the mansion drew the attention of the household staff. The sight of the bloodstain on his shirt elicited concern, and their worried inquiries rang out."Master, you are bleeding?""We need to call Ms. Diana."However, Francisco, with a gesture of his hand, dismissed the suggestion. "It's okay now.""Did she not come home?""No, master.""Where is Max?""He has not returned home yet."A sense of tension lingered in the air as the household awaited their master's next move. Francisco, seemingly unperturbed, took a deep breath and proceeded towards the staircase. However, his solitude was interrupted by the sudden appearance of Emily, who had materialized on the second floor.Emily's arched brows showed her concern as she spotted the bloodstain on Francisco's shirt. With a worried expression, she dashed towards him, inquiring urgently, "Francisco, what happened to you? Who hurt you?"Francisco's dismissal of Emily was as cold as the air that hung heavy i