You were tied to the ground, watching from below as everything was consumed by flames. Above you stood Vulpes, the Frumentarii of the Legion. The man slowly crouched down over you, his blue eyes shining coldly behind the dark desert goggles. The moon barely illuminated the scene; it was the embers that provided a sinister light.

"Well, isn't this a surprise? I was just finishing up here. To think that we might have missed each other."

Vulpes murmured, his voice a whisper loaded with malice and something more, something barely perceptible. His smile widened, revealing a row of teeth that gleamed with an almost animalistic shine under the light of the flames. Shadows danced on his face, accentuating his harsh and ruthless features. The scorching heat of the flames made sweat bead on your forehead, but the icy contempt in Vulpes' gaze chilled you to the bone.

"I was starting to miss you, I won't lie..." he continued, leaning even closer, so close you could feel his breath, hot and sour, mingling with the smoke and ashes filling the air. "Can you imagine? I almost missed the chance for this... reunion."

His words, though laced with threat, had a peculiarly intimate tone. He seemed to savor each syllable, as if he enjoyed the proximity, the shared moment amidst the chaos. The flickers of the embers reflected in his goggles, creating the illusion that his eyes were burning abysses, filled with unfathomable cruelty, but also a disturbing kind of possessiveness.

As he spoke, his hand slowly reached out, almost tenderly, to brush a lock of hair from your forehead. The gesture, though subtle, had an almost affectionate quality, a chilling contrast to the imminent danger he represented.