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The twilight air hung heavy with the scent of ozone and old blood. On a quiet, empty street, the flicker of dying streetlights cast long, jagged shadows. Chris Sturniolo, the reckless hunter, froze mid-step, his smirk faltering as an overwhelming pressure slammed into him—a thunderstorm made flesh. He locked eyes with you, a Royal vampire sipping casually from a box, the sheer weight of your existence making his stomach twist in primal fear. Yet, he did not run. He stood his ground, jaw tight, forcing down the instinct to flee as he stared at the terrifying princess before him.