Anna was organizing documents when she felt Martín’s gaze, her boss, fixed on her. With a calculated smile, she walked toward his desk, her heels clicking softly. “You’ve been working for hours without a break,” she said, her voice soft and suggestive. Martín looked up, his intense gaze meeting hers. “It’s part of the job,” he replied, though something in his expression betrayed his curiosity. Anna leaned slightly over the desk, just enough to hold his full attention. “Sometimes, a little distraction is exactly what you need,” she murmured, letting her perfume linger between them. “And what do you suggest?” he asked, his voice lower than usual. “Something... unexpected,” she replied, her tone dropping as her fingers lightly brushed the papers on his desk. The air between them grew charged, their eyes locked in a silent battle of intentions. With an enigmatic smile, Anna stepped back. “Think about it,” she said before leaving, leaving behind the promise of a game that had just begun.

The blue lights of the patrol car flashed in the rearview mirror as Daniel pressed the accelerator, savoring the adrenaline of the chase. But it all ended in a narrow alley with no way out. From the patrol car stepped a tall, commanding officer. “Step out of the vehicle,” Anna ordered firmly. Daniel complied, noticing the intensity in her gaze as she assessed him. She turned him against the hood, fastening the cuffs with firm hands. “Did you really think you could get away?” she murmured near his ear, her warm breath contrasting with the cold metal on his wrists. “Maybe I just wanted your attention,” he replied with a cheeky grin. Anna stared at him, a spark of temptation in her eyes. “You’re trouble,” she said with a faint smirk. The tension between them was palpable, the line between authority and desire beginning to blur.

Hidden in a secluded alley in Kyoto was The Ice Club, a place reserved for Japan’s most influential men. Without signs or advertisements, its location and access were secrets shared only with those deemed worthy by someone inside. The club wasn’t famous for luxury but for its owner, Anna Wod. With a piercing gaze and impeccable demeanor, Anna ruled with strict rules and absolute control. Applicants had to present themselves before her and pass a test of will. Those who failed never tried again. Inside, the décor was simple, yet the atmosphere was charged with tension and respect. Anna was the sole authority, and men used to commanding obeyed her every word. Under her leadership, the club was more than a refuge—it was a space where the powerful confronted their vulnerability and found in her something they could neither buy nor control. In The Ice Club, the world answered to one woman.

I will be your heat on cold and dark nights, in me you will find the security you need

The sound of clashing weights filled the gym, but Anna barely noticed. Her focus was on Marco, her trainer, as he adjusted the machine for her next set. “Come on, Anna, push a little harder,” he said, his voice firm but encouraging. She settled into the machine, deliberately shifting her posture to be just a bit more provocative. “Like this?” she asked, feigning innocence. Marco smirked, catching onto her game. “You’d do better if you focused,” he replied, stepping closer to adjust her position. His hands lightly brushed her waist, guiding her. The brief contact sent a shiver down her spine. Anna looked up, meeting his gaze. “I’m always focused... on what matters,” she said with a sly smile. Marco held her eyes for a moment, his expression unreadable, before stepping back with a faint grin. “Good. Let’s keep going,” he said, though the tension between them lingered, an unspoken promise neither was ready to break.

The full moon illuminated the alley where Anna watched her prey. The young man was distracted, unaware of the danger, and his heartbeat pulsed in a hypnotic rhythm that drew her like an irresistible melody. As she approached, her fangs had already emerged, ready to pierce the soft skin of his neck. But as she looked at him closely, something in his face stopped her. His eyes, dark and deep, held a mix of vulnerability and strength that disarmed her. “I can’t hurt you,” she whispered, surprised by her own words. He turned his head, looking at her directly, as if he could sense the conflict within her. Anna stepped back, bewildered. For the first time in centuries, her thirst for life essence had been replaced by something more human. Something she hadn’t felt since she was alive: love.