Centuries later, Nexa Tech corporation building.
In the heart of the bustling metropolis, where glass skyscrapers glinted like shards of a broken mirror, Rasmus Voss was at the helm of a tech corporation that stretched across continents.
By day, he was a regular CEO, donning tailored suits and sharp ties, his presence commanding both respect and admiration. With his raven-black hair slicked back neatly, Rasmus's piercing blue eyes held a glimmer of intensity that made him seem perpetually on the cusp of some grand revelation. A well-defined jawline and high cheekbones added to his striking appearance, making him the kind of man who turned heads in boardrooms and in crowded cafes alike.
It was a cool, regular morning for him, filled with paperwork and other boring activities. Rasmus found himself in an intense brainstorming session, his mind racing with strategies for his company, Nexa Tech.
The buzzer of Rasmus's watch vibrated gently against his wrist, signaling the end of his brainstorming session. He released a breath he didn't know he was holding and gathered the reports, stowing them in a sleek leather portfolio that mirrored his professionalism.
The clinking of high heels echoed as his assistant, Elara, bustled in, her vibrant red hair glowing like a flame in the sterile office environment.
She was his business assistant, and she took care of all his needs regarding business and his personal life when he was at work.
"Boss, you need to see this!" she exclaimed, her hazel eyes wide with excitement. Rasmus raised an eyebrow. Elara was rarely this animated unless the news was significant.
"What is it?" he asked, leaning against the boardroom table.
"It's about Magnus." Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "He's been doing something big, and it's been happening since the beginning of the week."
Rasmus raked his hands through his hair; he felt a familiar heat rise within him, a mixture of irritation and intrigue. "How big?"
"Very big," she said, coming over to show him the tablet. "He has been doing something outrageous."
The Konstantin Corporation has slowly been buying major shares in our rival companies, in a way that looks like they are planning a pincer attack to weaken our market strength.
Magnus is so petty to even extend our conflict to the business world. Since he wants a fight, we'll give him one," Rasmus said.
"OK, sir, so what actions should we take against him?" she said in a very professional voice while adjusting her shirt in a seductive way that made it hard to ignore her B cup.
I will have a meeting concerning that issue later in the week, Athena," he started. "But now, I want you," Rasmus concluded with a raspy, sexy tone.
"OK, boss. Don't forget you have an interview to conduct tomorrow to pick employees for the newly developed hacking branch," Athena said while slowly moving her body against Rasmus's own in a seductive way.
"That can wait for later," Rasmus said harshly. His ire gradually changed to crimson red, his teeth became fangs, and his fingernails morphed into claws.
Athena licked her lips and had a dirty expression plastered all over her face. Her eyes gradually changed color as she transformed into her vampire form. She changed the light to a translucent color, further amplifying the sexual tension in the air.
Rasmus held her neck strongly, with disgust written all over his face. Strongly choking her, he sank his fangs into her flesh, drawing blood.
Her skin flushed rosy as she drowned in ecstasy, and she moaned in pleasure. Rasmus released the choke grip but still held her neck as he threw her onto the office table with one hand.
He started to unbutton her shirt, removing his hands from her neck, which had already turned red from the force of his grip. He slowly unbuttoned her shirt to reveal milky white skin and a sexy red lace bra.
Athena reached into her pocket and brought out a pair of cuffs. "Good," he said, a predatory smirk curling at the corners of his lips.
He reached for the cuff and bound her to the table with both her hands and feet. He went to his office cabinet and brought out an array of tools, each one promising a unique pleasure and pain.
He displayed a chilling smile as he proceeded to select a tool. He selected a thin, supple whip, its tails glistening ominously in the low light. Without a word, he raised the whip. With a swift motion, he brought it down against her skin.
The sting sharp yet electrifying. She gasped, her body arching instinctively toward him, seeking more.