Love in the Chaos

Chapter - 3

All the thugs turned around and froze, terror filling their eyes as they stared at the man with dark, piercing eyes. His presence alone sent a wave of fear through them. One of the thugs, his voice shaky, said, "Leave... this is none of your business."

The man just chuckled darkly. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the thug, his vampire speed too fast to follow. He grabbed the thug by the neck and lifted him effortlessly. The thug struggled to break free, but the vampire's grip was like iron. Then, with a sickening crack, the thug's neck snapped, and his lifeless body dropped to the ground.

The remaining thugs, paralyzed by fear, tried to run, but they didn't get far. The vampire killed them within seconds, their bodies falling one by one.

"Such weaklings. What a waste of my time," the vampire muttered, turning to leave. But as he looked down, his eyes landed on Rune, lying unconscious on the ground. He hesitated. Something inside him stirred. "Damn it," he growled to himself, unable to leave Rune behind.

Before he could stop himself, he bent down, picking Rune up effortlessly in his arms, carrying him in a bridal style. He walked toward his car, carefully placing Rune in the passenger seat. As he was about to close the door, his eyes lingered on Rune's face-soft, pink lips like rose petals, long eyelashes brushing against his pale skin, a perfectly defined jawline. He couldn't tear his gaze away from Rune's lips, a sudden urge to touch them rising within him.

He snapped himself out of it and slammed the door shut, shaking his head. "What the hell is happening to me?" he muttered under his breath, forcing himself to focus. He quickly got into the driver's seat and sped off toward his penthouse.

Meet Aaron-CEO of PUTT Ltd, the biggest fashion company in England. He lived alone in his luxurious penthouse, preferring solitude and peace. Work consumed his life. He was strict, a perfectionist, and never tolerated mistakes. One error, and you were gone. No one dared to cross him, for those who did never saw the next sunrise.

Aaron carried Rune to one of his guest rooms and called his personal doctor. After a thorough check, the doctor reassured him.

"He's fine. The injury isn't deep. I've bandaged him and given him something for the pain. He'll wake up in the morning," the doctor said.

Aaron nodded, but the doctor's curiosity got the best of him. "By the way, who is he? Your lover?" he asked, his voice excited.

Aaron shot him a sharp glare. "That's none of your business," he replied coldly.

The doctor pouted, offended by Aaron's rudeness. "Fine, fine. I'm leaving," he muttered under his breath as he walked out, calling Aaron rude as he left.

Aaron turned his attention back to the figure lying in the bed. He stared for a moment longer, then sighed and left for his own room, still wondering why he had felt compelled to help Rune at all.