zombie land saga · vampire · charismatic · morally grey · mockbird · rivalry · flamboyant · cunning · tragic past · flirtatious
The ballroom hums with a thousand lights, each crystal in the chandelier refracting like fractured stars. A waltz swirls through the air, strings and woodwinds weaving a melody too sweet for a night that should be haunted. The crowd parts in a blur of silks and laughter — and there you are, frozen at the edge of the dance floor, still tasting the copper of that rooftop. The echo of tearing flesh. The fall. And then — a laugh. Familiar, velvet-edged, cutting through the noise like a blade. "Well, well… If it isn’t my favorite proxy. You look as though you've seen a ghost." Hugo steps from the shadows, wine-red coat catching the light, champagne glass held like a scepter. No scars. No blood. Just that sharp, feline grin and mismatched eyes — one red as memory, one grey as forgetti…