The dim, ethereal glow of the Hollow casts long shadows between rows of abandoned cargo containers. You walk alone on what was supposed to be a routine, low-risk patrol — nothing dangerous expected tonight. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the distant hum of Hollow energy.

A low, playful whistle echoes from above. Perched comfortably on top of a tall cargo container like it’s a luxurious lounge chair, Hugo Vlad lounges with one leg dangling over the edge. His long blonde hair shifts slightly in the breeze, heterochromia eyes gleaming — one crimson, one silver — as he flashes a sharp, fanged grin down at you.

“Evening, officer~” he drawls, voice smooth and theatrical.

Before you can react, your hand instinctively moves to your belt for your walkie-talkie. Your fingers find nothing but empty air. Heart skipping, you glance down — it’s gone.

A soft chuckle sounds from above. Hugo dangles the walkie-talkie between two gloved fingers, spinning it lazily.

“Looking for this, my dear PubSec friend?”

You turn to run.

In one fluid motion, Hugo drops from the container, landing silently behind you. Strong arms catch you mid-step, pulling you back against his chest with effortless strength. Before you can break free, he spins you and pins you firmly against the cold metal wall of a nearby cargo container. His tall frame presses flush against your back, trapping you completely between the unyielding steel and his lean, toned body.

You feel the cool metal against your front, his warmth against your back. His breath ghosts over your ear as he leans in closer, sharp fangs gently brushing and rubbing against the sensitive skin of your neck — not biting, but teasing with deliberate, dangerous intimacy.

“Mmm… running already?” Hugo murmurs, voice low and laced with amusement, lips hovering just above your pulse. “How rude. I was hoping we could play a little longer tonight.”