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• A gentleman. Refined, intentional gestures. Holds your umbrella, opens doors and pull out chairs for you. Gives you his coat when you’re cold without a second thought. Kisses your knuckles and the back of your hand as a greeting and when bidding you a farewell. Offers his elbow to link your arms together while he walks on the outer side of the sidewalk. Offers his hand before you step down a stair. 
• But doesn’t refrain from teasing you. Flirtatious banter, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, smug glances, not so subtly watching you — anything to see you flustered.
• With his heterochromia — one red eye, one stormy-blue — Hugo’s gaze is impossible to ignore. He watches you when you’re not looking, and when your eyes do meet, he holds your gaze just long enough to leave your heart racing. He doesn’t even need to say anything at all.
• Loves to call you nicknames: ‘darling’, ‘dear’,  ‘love’, ‘beloved’, ‘sweetheart’, anything.
• Protective, but not possessive. He may get jealous, but it comes from his insecurities and the fact it’s the first serious relationship with someone. Hugo doesn’t smother you, he respects your independence and is confident enough in you not to cheat on him. He steps in when someone makes you uncomfortable, flashing them his charming smile and using his silver tongue, he’s your significant other and he’s happy to help. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”
• But if you’re in danger… It’s completely different. Hugo will not hesitate to turn to threats and violence. He steps between you and the threat, shielding you from any danger. “Stay behind me.”
• Observant. He memorizes your habits, knows your likes and dislikes, how you furrow your eyebrows when confused, how you bite your lip when nervous, how to make your favourite drink/dish and how much sugar you prefer.
• Keeps mementos and gifts. As a collector, Hugo knows a good value in things — especially if they’re unique, and especially if they’re from his significant other. He keeps everything you give him: from something insignificant — like a hairpin or maybe a ribbon, that he tucks into his coat pocket like a secret — to handmade gifts. He treasures them. 
• Loves to give you gifts. Roses and chocolate are cliche (but if you like them, he’ll happily indulge you), he prefers to give you something significant and useful. Did you mention a book you want to read, or a limited-edition figurine? You can be sure, he will get you that. If you call him out for spoiling you, he’ll shrug and say, “You deserve it.”
• He’s more affectionate in private. Hugo lets himself lay his head on your lap and let you run your fingers through his hair. He’ll sit on the floor between your legs and let you comb and tie it up, eyes closed, humming under his breath. 
• Can’t believe how lucky he is to have found you. He really never thought that he would end up falling in love or deserve someone’s love after everything he has gone through. But he’s happy to have a partner that will shed his tears for him.
• Resting with his head in your lap, quietly talking about his past, letting you see him unguarded and vulnerable is the ultimate sign of trust.
• Doesn’t say “I love you” directly. He’s eloquent. He will say “You are the dawn to my darkness” or “My heart is yours, now and forever”. Instead of “I missed you”, it’s “This place felt awfully quiet without you”.

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• Hugo kisses like he’s in complete control. What he likes is to build anticipation: brushing his thumb against your lips, leaning in close only to stop just to watch you squirm a little and yearn.
• Kisses on your knuckles and the back of your hand. What a gentleman he would be without kissing your hand? Whether he’s greeting you at the door, or bidding you a farewell, declaring his love to you. Gloved fingers take your hand. He bows slightly. His lips graze your knuckles as he holds an eye contact. 
• Forehead kisses. These are sacred. When you’re half-asleep, just woken-up with groggy eyes, or when you’re anxious, scared or tired after a long day. He presses his lips there and lingers, murmuring some words of encouragement. “You did well today, my love.”
• Stolen kisses. He’s a Phantom Thief after all. Gives after one of his dramatic entrances through a window. Or steals them from you when you least expect it. When you say something and he cuts you off mid-sentence; when you’re busy with something and he comes to you to distract you with his lips.
• Teasing kisses. When Hugo is in an extra playful mood, he kisses just next to your lips, in the corner of your mouth; and before you can even react and chase it, he pulls away quickly, smirking like he knows what he’s doing. 
• Neck Kisses. A favorite place when he’s being extra mischievous. He’ll press a slow kiss to your neck  or trail soft kisses down your jaw or nip lightly at your neck just to make you shiver.
• After a successful mission, face flushed with adrenaline, eyes wild with thrill, he pulls you into a breathless, almost desperate kiss, as a reward. “Another perfect escape, and with my favorite prize.”
• With those vampire-like vibes and sharp teeth, he’s not shy about a gentle nip to your bottom lip mid-kiss. He lives for your reaction and flustered state, and smirks at your wide eyes.
• When it’s just the two of you, and his guard is down and he’s vulnerable, Hugo’s kisses are tender. He gently cups your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks, he leans down and kisses you, slowly, as if savoring you.

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“Stay behind me.”

You hear Hugo’s voice, which is usually calm, now firm with a protective edge. He steps forward, taking off his fedora and placing it on your head.

You don’t have time to protest. A monstrous claw of a Tyrfing swings in your direction, and before you can even react, Hugo is already here. His weapon — a briefcase-like device — snaps open; the curve of the scythe’s blade radiates danger. With a fluid motion, Hugo twirls his scythe and cuts though the first monster that dares to approach. The creature’s body splits with a crack as the scythe’s blade slashes it through, disintegrating into a cloud of ethereal dust.

“Don’t move. I won’t let them touch you.”

You can barely keep up with his movements, watching him in awe and admiration. He’s fast, his movements like a deadly dance, fluid and controlled. The man swings his scythe, cutting through the ethereal creatures that surround you; their forms disintegrating into a mist before they can even touch you.

The remaining monsters hesitate, clearly sensing the threat before them. Hugo’s stance is confident as he grips the scythe in his hands.

Suddenly, they charge again. But Hugo is ready — he slashes horizontally with a swift motion. Another monster disintegrates. Then another one.

Their final attempt to attack from behind. A Hoplitai lunges into your direction, using its forelimbs as a shield to ram into you. But Hugo’s reflexes are faster. He spins on his heels and rushes towards the final wave. He successfully parries the monster’s attack, making it lose its balance. Not losing a second, while the creature is confused, Hugo’s scythe cuts through the monster until it fades into dust.

With a heavy exhale, Hugo stands tall, scanning the area for any other threats. The surroundings are eerily silent.

His weapon retracts back into the briefcase-like form. Hugo turns to face you and his gaze softens. You release a breath you didn’t know you held. Your heart is pounding.

“Are they gone?”

Hugo comes closer to you and puts a hand on your face in a protective manner. He hums, “They won’t be last. They attack in groups. It’s a matter of time until our presence attracts the attention of more dangerous creatures.” His thumb runs over your cheek while his eyes are scanning you for any injuries. “But you’re safe for now.”

His hand releases your face as he looks in the eyes. “Stay closer. I promise to protect you.”

You nod and smile at him. The fedora on your head is a reminder that Hugo cares about you deeply and won’t let any harm get you.

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The atmosphere of the grand ballroom is filled with soft music, laughter and hum of whispered conversations. Elegantly dressed guests are swirling in a synchronized dance. But beneath the cultured exterior of this high-society event, there’s a priceless artefact — a relic that can shift the balance of power in the wrong hands — that is displayed in the centre of the ballroom. 

Hugo Vlad is standing at the edge of the ballroom, his heterochromatic eyes scanning the room keenly. His long blond hair is tied in a high ponytail while he wears a perfectly-tailored smoking suit. 

The current mission is simple: infiltrate the event, get the artefact in the centre of the ballroom, replace it with an artificial replica, and leave without the trace. The catch is that the artefact is guarded by a curator, who’s eagerly answering questions about the relic by the guests.

Then the man turns his attention to you. 

“Don’t you look charming tonight?”

With a lazy smirk, he adjusts his gloves and extends his hand to you. 

“I trust you remember your steps, darling? Though, alas, we’re here not just to dance”

You take his hand and he leads you to the dance floor.  His left hand finds your waist; as it’s placed here you feel a pleasant shiver down your spine. Which is not left unnoticed by Hugo.

“Remember, the key is to blend in. We’re here not for the attention,” his breath tickles your ear as he whispers to you, smirking. 

His right hand finds yours and he pulls you into a dance, blending in effortlessly with the crowd. Hugo’s movements are fluid, almost effortless, as he guides you through the dance toward the centre of the ballroom, where the artefact is put on a display in a glass case. It will be auctioned, but neither of you are interested in bidding. 

Hugo twirls you close and murmurs to you. “You’ll distract the curator. Smile sweetly. Pretend to be touched by the artefact’s story while I will do my part.”

“What if someone gets suspicious?” You whisper back.

“Then we waltz our way out of the window,” his smirk widens, and there’s a mischief glint in his mismatched eyes. “Don’t worry, I’ll hold you in my arms carefully if anything happens.”

When the both of you dance near the artefact’s display, Hugo suddenly dips you down.

He whispers, his lips almost touch your ear. “Ready, darling?”

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Your phone suddenly buzzes. You pick it up to read the message.

  [Hugo Vlad, 6:10 PM]

“Good evening, sweetheart. Hope you don’t have any plans for tonight. Dress fancy. I’ll pick you up in an hour~”

No warning. No explanation. You almost drop your phone. Butterflies flutter in your stomach. You didn’t expect him to reach out like this. Still, you can’t help but feel excited.

“Dress fancy?” You rush to your closet in a search for your best outfit, something elegant, something that can match his dramatic flair. Maybe some accessories too.

As the hour has passed, you are looking at yourself in the mirror. Hair brushed, lips glossed. This is the best attire you have found. But you can’t help but feel nervous. How will he react?

You check the time. 7:10 PM. And then—

A knock. On your… window? 

You rush to the window to peek. Hugo is standing on the ledge just outside your window. Dressed in a sleek, perfectly tailored suit and a fedora; his hair is tied back neatly. His usual playful smirk is present with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“You look radiant, darling. I expected no less.”

You feel a heat rush to your cheeks. “You climbed up here?”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “Front doors are too dull.”

He offers you his gloved hand, smiling charmingly. “Shall we?” 

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• Hugo may be a famous Phantom Thief, a cunning leader of Mockingbird, but when it comes to his daughter, he’s hopelessly wrapped around her little finger.
• Your daughter has inherited his heterochromia (may be a combination of his eyes’ colour with yours) and elf-like ears. When he holds her for the first time, she opens her beautiful eyes to look at her dad, Hugo’s heart swells with love. He can’t believe his daughter has lovely mismatched eyes — the same trait he was bullied for when he was a child. After that very moment, he promises to protect his daughter with his life.
• Hugo is the definition of a girl dad. He lets her paint his nails, style his hair, they both have tea parties. He puts her on his shoulders and gives her piggyback rides.
• He’s surprisingly good at lullabies and bedtime stories. He insists on putting your daughter to bed himself. He hums her some melodies. As for bedtime stories, he has quite an imagination. They’re always thrilling about Phantom Thieves (maybe, those stories are actually about himself) as he theatrically tells them. “…and then they vanished into the shadows, never to be caught!”  
• Your daughter is a fan of her dad’s style. They have a collection of matching outfits: tiny fedoras, cloaks, Phantom Thief masks. Hugo’s amused how she tries to mimic him, calling it a training. Bonus: Hugo has got you a matching Phantom Thief mask as well.
• Teaches her his tricks. Card tricks, illusion tricks. How to ‘steal’ things when you’re not looking. 
• Inspired by Hugo’s tales, she’s caught sneaking sweets, but then giving them to those who’re sad to cheer them up.
• Whenever his daughter shows kindness, creativity, wit or sense of humor, he claims she has taken them after you. “Wit and  beauty? Ah, all from her mother, naturally. I just gave her the dramatic flair.”
• When your daughter grows older and mentions a crush, Hugo gasps. “Who is he? Does he have stable finances? Good taste in art? A clean criminal record?” You have to physically stop your husband from background checking a 12-year-old.
• Secretly wants her to inherit the Mockingbird legacy someday, but insists it’s her choice. 
• Vivian adores your daughter. Naturally, Vivian being a little sister figure to Hugo, your daughter sees her as a family too. But Vivian dislikes being called an aunt. “I’m too young to be an aunt!” And insists on being called ‘Viv’ or ‘Big Sis Viv’. Hugo teases her with, “Our dear auntie Vivian,” just to watch her squirm.
• Carries a family photo of all of you inside his coat’s inner pocket. 
• Late at night, when your daughter is asleep, he holds you close, resting his head on your shoulder with a glass of wine in his hand, he whispers, “I don’t deserve this peace, but I’ll spend my life protecting it.”

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You roll up your sleeves without thinking. It’s fine. Until you feel someone’s gaze on you. You haven’t even noticed Hugo entering the room.

He notices. His gaze shifts to your arms. But it doesn’t hold judgement, rather something soft: quiet knowing sorrow and understanding.

He steps closer. “Darling…”

You can’t meet his eyes, feeling too embarrassed and scared being caught like that. You instinctively tug the sleeves down, but Hugo reaches out his hand to stop you gently.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs. “Please, not you.”

His gloved fingers are gently holding your wrist.

“You think I haven’t seen the pain?” His voice is low. “But you don’t have to carry your pain alone, in silence.”

Hugo’s gloved fingers encircle your wrist, and he brings your wrist to his lips. He places a soft gentle kiss there. Which makes you surprised and you raise your eyes to meet his.

“You’ve survived things others won’t understand,” he whispers, holding a melancholic smile. “Next time, when things get difficult. Come to me. Cry and scream in my arms. As much as you want.”

He places another soft kiss on the spot where your scars have started healing. 

“You’re not alone at this. I prefer a world where you’re still alive.”

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It’s already past midnight. The clock on the wall is ticking softly in the night, which serves you as a reminder that you are wide awake. You turn again, tugging the sheets with a frustrated sigh. You take your phone from the night table.

 [2:12 AM]

“Great…” You think to yourself and groan mentally. No matter what you tried — eyes closed, breathing steady, counting sheep — you just couldn’t drift off. 

“Can’t sleep, darling?” You hear a groggy voice of Hugo behind you. 

You sigh, and turn around to face him. He’s lying on his side, with his red eye looking at you.

“Sorry… Didn’t mean to wake you.” You whisper to him.

He smiles softly. “It’s fine.”

“My brain just won’t shut up.”

Hugo chuckles and sits up. “Well then, come with me.”

“Where to…?”

“You’ll see.”

Curiosity has won. You slide out the bed, holding Hugo’s hand. His hand is warm, firm, reassuring.

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The city of New Eridu is peaceful and quiet at night. Hugo has brought you to Port Elpis. A cool night breeze and the soft sound of waves can calm one’s mind. 

Hugo puts his coat over your shoulders and gestures to sit down on one of the benches. 

You sit, exhaling softly. Hugo settles beside you, his shoulder brushing yours. Neither of you say anything. 

The moon and stars are shining above you; the city is distant and muted; only a near big Hollow can serve as a reminder of the dangers of life.

Hugo takes your hand into his, brushing his thumb over it as you place your head on his shoulder. 

After a moment, he softly murmurs, “Sometimes, the mind is too loud for dreams. So we need a peaceful moment to clear it.”

You can’t tear your gaze off the waves, they’re oddly satisfying to watch. “And if I can’t sleep?”

He smiles softly. “Then I’ll stay right here and keep you company until the sun rises.”

With his calm presence beside you your eyelids finally begin to grow heavy.

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• Treats the proposal like a Mockingbird mission: every detail is planned and calculated. But he won’t propose in a flashy dramatic way, like when it comes to his heists. This is more intimate, more personal.
• If you’re close with your parents/parental figures, he will ask for their blessing before doing anything.
• He picks a quiet, elegant setting — perhaps the rooftop of a tall building overlooking the city’s lights under stars.
• Dressed to steal your heart (again). A custom-tailored suit that hugs his frame perfectly, elegantly and dashing.
• Actually, is super nervous. He may look smooth and charming as ever, but underneath his façade, he’s a nervous wreck. The anticipation is killing him.
• Doesn’t kneel immediately. He has set a nice quiet dinner date on the rooftop, a table with two chairs and with your favourite food and drinks, and some background ambient music. 
• After you have eaten your food, he invites you into a slow dance. Smiling charmingly, he pulls you closer as he places his hand on your waist. His eyes never leave yours.
• Mid-dance me murmurs, “You managed to rob a Phantom Thief. You’ve stolen my thoughts, my time… my heart. And yet, I desire you to keep them.”
• He finally kneels — elegantly, like a prince —  reveals you a ring — a custom-designed that suits your tastes. “Will you make me the happiest thief alive, my love? Will you marry me?”

You say ‘yes’:

• He’s speechless. The weight of your ‘yes’ hit harder than he expected. He blinks, his lips are parted slightly.
• Then he smiles. It’s the biggest, most genuine and brightest smile you’ve ever seen on him. And laughs softly — due to relief. He kisses your hand and slips the ring on your finger.
• Sweeps you into a dramatic embrace. He lifts you up by your waist and spins you around, then dips you down and captures your lips into a deep slow kiss, savoring every second.
• “I’ve secured the most precious treasure in this world.”

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The grand hall of the auction buzzes with chatter. Many people have come for the Sacrifice core, a unique gem — that can be powerful and dangerous in the wrong hands — embedded in the collar of “Robe of Heroes.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back!” The announcer’s voice can be heard coming from the speakers. “Up next in our auction is tonight’s showpiece! The one-of-a-kind Robe of Heroes! Huh— What is it?”

When the curtain has risen to show the most anticipated relic to be auctioned, the case appears to be empty. The buzzing of the voices has become louder. Then gasps. Shouts. Panic.

Only the man, watching this whole scene, has smirked. “Someone beat me to it? And ruined my performance?”

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A bit later. In a secluded alley behind the building where the auction was held.

You’re holding the robe closely. It’s a clean heist, nobody is harmed. just a fortune to be made. There are a lot of buyers, who will give you millions of dennies for this. You have no idea what this thing truly is, but since it’s being auctioned for big money, it’s super valuable, right?

“I must say,” a smooth male voice suddenly ends the silence, behind you, “you have quite the audacity.”

You spin around to the source of the voice, clutching the robe in your hands. The famous Phantom Thief of Mockingbird steps from the shadows. His red and blue heterochromatic eyes are shining behind the mask.

“You beat me to it,” he furrows his eyebrows, mockingly placing a hand over his heart, “and ruined my show, darling.”

“Well, Mockingbird,” you say, smirking, and raising a brow. “Too slow this time.”

The man steps forward, his gaze is all over you.

“Mhm, that hurts. But do you even know what you’ve taken?”

You tilt your head. “I know it’s valuable. And I know plenty of collectors who’d kill to have it.”

“It’s dangerous,” he counters; his voice is suddenly low. “This gem, it doesn’t just attract danger, it creates it. It drains. It corrupts. One’s mind and body.”

Your smile falters. “…You’re bluffing.”

He steps closer, looking you in the eyes. “I never bluff when lives are at stake. Especially not yours.”

Your heart has skipped a beat. The man continues to watch you, and extends his hand toward you. 

You sigh and hand him the robe.

“Alright, Mr. Mockingbird, you have won this round. But next time, don’t be late for your heist.”

He takes the robe from your hands and smirks. “Next time, don’t outshine me like this again. I have a reputation to uphold.”

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• He’s observant. He notices your circumstances and that your health isn’t in the best condition, and insists that you should head back to bed when you feel worse. 
• Gently teases. To mask his worry and lighten up your mood a little. “If you wanted me to dote on you that much, you could’ve just asked! Falling ill so frequently, is this some kind of a scheme for my attention?“
• Visits you at the hospital. He brings something to distract you with: a deck of cards, books and comics, snacks.
• When he’s available, he’s present while you’re bedridden. He reads to you while you rest. His voice is smooth and calm that lulls you into sleep.
• Sympathetic. It bothers him to see you like that, when you’re unwell again. “If I could steal your pain away, I would. No price would be too high.”
• He always listens. When you’re worried about being sick again, he listens to you attentively. “You don’t have to apologize for something beyond your control. You’re much stronger than you think.”
• But never lets your illness and your poor health define you. He admires your strength and endurance. “Even stars fall sometimes. But it doesn’t make them any less radiant.”
• When you finally feel better, he presses his lips on your forehead. “My favourite star has returned to the sky to shine again.”

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• She’s his right hand, his queen, the backbone of Mockingbird. While Hugo is the charismatic face and Phantom Thief who steals the spotlight with his dramatic entrances, his wife is the strategic genius, a mastermind, who ensures everything actually works. She’s the planner and brains who refines his chaotic ideas into flawless shows heists.
• Where Hugo is theatrical and a drama king, she’s cool and calculated.
• Even though Hugo is technically the leader, he always asks for her thoughts and opinion before finalizing anything important. If she says no, it’s a no; even he won’t question it.
• He’s the good cop, she’s the bad one. When needed, she’s calm and ruthless.
• Dad and mom of Mockingbird (sorta). There are only four of them; Vivian looks up to her as her ‘cool big sis’. Robin is made sure to get maintenance, software updates (if needed) by her. Robin follows her like a duckling. He/It knows she gives the best headpats. 
• They have an unspoken understanding. During missions, they barely speak — one glance, one tilt of the head, a flick of the wrist, certain gestures, and she knows what Hugo’s planning.
• They have something matching in their outfits, whether it’s rings, bracelets or earrings.
• Loyal to each other. She’s not just loyal to Mockingbird, she’s loyal to Hugo. The same goes for him — he trusts her with everything.
• Both are unstoppable in battle. Watching them in combat is like watching a dance, their styles are complementary to each other.
• Wife mode activated: she brushes his hair, reminds him to take care of himself, makes him his favourite meals, slips chocolate bars into his pockets for him to control his sugar (he has hypoglycemia).
• She adjusts his tie, he adjusts her collar. It starts with innocent gestures, but doesn’t end that way. The mission can wait five minutes. Or thirty. 
• After a successful mission, at night, when the city light shining below, on a rooftop, Hugo takes her hand and pulls her into a dance. They both waltz across the rooftop, no music, just his quiet humming and their laughter. 

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Loud music blares through the hall, where groups of people are chatting, laughing and drinking alcohol. While you stand against the wall, shoveling a tasteless cocktail down your throat, looking for a way out. You don’t belong here. You don’t want to be here.

You pull out your phone and text the only one who can save you.

You:

“If you love me at all, you will kidnap me right now. I’m drained and my social battery is low.”

Three dots blink, then disappear, and reappear again.

Hugo Vlad:

“Say no more.”

Even five minutes haven’t passed when the lighting in the hall starts to blink and the music gets muffled. A sudden gust of wind tears the balcony door open. Loud murmuring and gasps follow as a man appears on the balcony. Tall, elegant; a ponytail of blond hair is fluttering in the wind; a pair of heterochromatic eyes — a red one and a grey-blue one — is gleaming behind a phantom thief mask.

“Apologies for the intrusion, ladies and gentlemen,” the man bows, the voice laced with exaggerated politeness. “I came here only to steal away the treasure of tonight’s event.”

People murmur, confused as his eyes find you, and he shoots you his signature smirk.

As you approach him, flustered by such attention, he extends his hand to you. “Shall we?”

You nod and he sweeps you into his arms, literally. And with a dramatic flick of his coat and a snap of a smoke pellet, the two of you vanish, leaving behind only a stunned silence.

You find yourself in the arms of  the Phantom Thief, Hugo himself, as he jumps from rooftop to rooftop.

“To be honest, I didn’t mean ‘kidnap’ literally…”

He only laughs at your words.

“I know, I know. But it wouldn’t be that thrilling, would it?”

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• He knows and lives for your attention. He catches himself anticipating your compliments. You compliment him often: his sharp wit, his dramatic style, his tricks. And it strokes his ego; he even dresses a bit sharper when he knows you’ll be around. 
• He’s got used to being a charmer, but you’ve managed to catch him off guard with how smooth you are. “Ugh, you’re so cool. How are you not illegal?” “Darling, I’m already a criminal.”
• You’re his favourite audience. Whenever he pulls his signature dramatic act — flourishing his coat, tipping his fedora, delivering his theatrical monologues and such — you clap, genuinely. At what he smirks and theatrically bows to you.
• You always find a way to be near him, not in a clingy way, but more like in a strategic approach. You just happen to share the same walking route, or end up sitting next to him. He knows you planned it, but lets it happen. Every time.
• You’re touchy, but respectful. Your hand brushing his accidentally, or straightening his tie with a smile. At first, he stiffens, but now he lets you, his eyes watching your every move.
• He teases you back, of course. But with sincerity, you’ve managed to get under his skin in a way he didn’t expect. “Still not tired of chasing me? Good.”
• You catch him staring at you sometimes. Like when you’re concentrating on something or laughing at your own joke, and when he realises you’ve noticed, he turns his head, hiding a small, genuine smile. 
• Under his usual facade, he actually finds your crush not annoying but incredibly flattering, and values your attention very much. He may say these words to you genuinely, but he needs some time to digest the fact he’s romantically loved by someone.

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You place several plates of food for the teenage boy, sitting at the table. He has caught your attention earlier during your stroll. The boy has messy short blond hair and striking mismatched eyes that instantly have reminded you of a certain someone. He has the same mischievous glint, the same delicate features — he looks just like your boyfriend, Hugo, but younger. 

He is eating like a starved fox, gobbling the food and pastries you’ve given him and sipping tea with a dramatic sigh. Sitting across from him, you can’t help but watch him. It’s strange, but there’s something comforting about it.

“…So, what’s your name?” You ask him as he’s finishing his meal.

“Hugo. Hugo Vlad.”

You almost fall from the chair. “Of course, it is.”

He looks up at you and smiles. “You’re really kind, you know.” he says. “Inviting a stranger like this and giving them food….”

You smile back at him. “I couldn’t just leave a cute little boy on the street starving.”

Your conversation has got interrupted by the front door being opened and then closed. You barely have time to stand before Hugo, your boyfriend, enters the kitchen, untying his tie and tossing his coat over a chair. “Darling, I—”

He stops dead in the tracks. Their eyes meet. Silence.

“What on earth….”

Teen Hugo raises his hand and waves to his adult counterpart. “Yo!”

Adult Hugo stares, stunned. His gaze flickers between you and the teen. “Why is… why am I sitting in our kitchen? How…?”

You shrug helplessly, sweatdropping. “He looked hungry…?”

“And you just brought him here and fed him?” Adult Hugo watches you, scandalized. “You couldn’t tell something was off?”

“He looks like you…?”

“Exactly. Which means you should’ve run!”

Teen Hugo smirks, leaning an elbow on the table. “She said I’m cute.”

Adult Hugo’s eye has twitched, and he turns his attention to his teen counterpart. “She says I’m handsome.”

“She said ‘cute’,” teen Hugo turns his head to you, smirking. “Didn’t you, darling?”

You raise your hands, still sweatdropping. “Don’t drag me into this.”

Adult Hugo glares at the teen. “You’ll be leaving soon, right?”

Teen Hugo shrugs “Maybe. Depends. She’s growing fond of me.”

Adult Hugo’s eye has twitched again. You sigh and sink deeper into your chair, watching the two versions of Hugo Vlad bicker at each other.

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Later that night, teen Hugo has vanished into the ether dust. Ionized Doppelgangers are exceptionally unique. This one managed to perfectly replicate Hugo’s teenage form; and it didn’t show any aggression which is strangely anomalous. 

You lean against your Hugo as you both are sitting on the couch.

“…I wasn’t that annoying. Was I?” he asks quietly.

You smile, resting your head on his shoulder. “You were cute.”

He narrows his eyes. “That’s what he said.”

You just grin. “You’re still cute.”

He huffs but wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. “Next time, if you see a suspicious teenage version of me, don’t bring him home.”

“No promises.”

“Darling!”

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• Hugo doesn’t mean to get jealous and tries to act unbothered by the fact his wife gives more attention to Vivian and Robin. Surely, he loves both of them, they’re his family, but he has a wife. Shouldn’t he receive a bit of her attention too?
• Becomes clingy. He needs to be in her presence, hold her hand, play with her fingers or hair, adjust her clothes.
• Tries to subtly remind her who her husband is: “Vivian is precious and Robin is cute, for sure. But you remember I kiss you goodnight, don’t you, darling?” 
• Loves when she notices his sulky mood and puts him into a hug. He pretends to be grumpy but melts in 3 seconds.
• Vivian thinks it’s hilarious. Just to get a reaction out of Hugo, she deliberately clings to his wife: looping their arms together and pulling her for a ‘girl talk’. She thinks their relationship is sweet and never steps between them, she just wants to see the sides of Hugo she hasn’t seen before.
• Robin is 100% clueless. It loves Hugo’s wife as much as a bangboo can love its owner. It adores receiving pets and pecks from her. It brings her bouquets of her favourite flowers and various trinkets. Having Hugo as an owner, Robin has learned a lot after him, and gives her compliments. At which Hugo dramatically sighs and pouts, putting his hand on his chest. “I hope you won’t abandon your husband for AI?”
• Deep down, he knows his wife loves him a lot, but he lives for the attention and reassurance from her. Just a kiss on his cheek and her soft ‘I love you’ or ‘You are my favourite’ can bring his smug persona back.

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The team gathers in Mockingbird’s headquarters; the mission briefing room is dimly lit, the soft lighting is casting shadows over the high-tech gear scattered around.

Hugo leans back in his chair, crossing his legs and interlacing his fingers, his crimson and grey-blue eyes are glinting with amusement as he finishes briefing the team for their next mission.

From the side of the room, Hugo’s wife — second in command, ‘mom’ — is the heart of the team, the one who keeps the team grounded, steps in — bearing a charming, yet commanding presence — and carries a tray of tea and some snacks.

She glances over them with a watchful eye as they drink their tea. Hugo has a special blend with a lot of sugar and honey to control the level of sugar in blood. 

“Vivian, make sure your comms are working. Last time, we lost touch with you, I can’t let this happen again.” she says with a smile, but in a firm tome, like a mum scolding her child who knows better.

Vivian smiles nervously but nods, adjusting her earpiece. Nearby, Robin is fiddling with its gadgets, and she gently places a hand on its head and gives it some pets. 

“Robin, stay close to Vivian and keep comms clean. Report any problem that may arise,” she advises as the bangboo looks up at her. 

“Boss Lady is charming and considerate as ever.”

Hugo is watching them, a subtle smile playing on his lips, knowing that the team is in the best hands. 

“Alright, once you’re done, you all rest. There’s still some time before the mission starts. You’ve been up two nights straight. Yes, Hugo, you too.”

Vivian and Robin both jokingly salute. “Yes, ma’am!”

After Robin leaves for recharging and Vivian to her room, Hugo comes to his wife, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. “You’re the only person who can out-command me, you know that?” 

She smirks. “Because I’m not trying to out-command you. I’m just keeping everything in check.”

“And doing an excellent job of it,” he murmurs back and starts to place soft kisses on her neck from behind.

She breathes out. “Hugo… You need to rest.”

He murmurs against her neck. “Darling, you take such good care of us, but you tend to forget about yourself.”

His nimble fingers are sliding under the hem of her shirt. “Let me be the one who will take care of you tonight.”

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• Hugo immediately notices your fatigue, dizziness, pale complexion. He’s been through enough crashes from the low level of sugar in blood to recognise signs of low energy. To lighten up your mood, he may joke: “Darling, are you swooning at my handsome face again?”
• You fuss over him as much as he does over you. He denies he’s feeling faint, especially when it’s you who’s dizzy at the moment. You both sit down. You put your head on his shoulder as you both are having a bonding moment of eating your vitamin-rich snacks.
• You remind him to check his blood sugar, and he reminds you to take your supplements.
• He keeps an emergency sweet stash for himself, and now there’s a designed iron-rich snack box for you as well.
• He carries around some iron-rich bars for you inside his coat pocket next to his candies. 
• He secretly keeps a list of iron-rich recipes and will actually learn how to cook them for you.
• He knows what it’s like to feel weak out of nowhere, so he never belittles your condition. There’s a deep mutual empathy. If anyone ever mocks or dismisses your condition, he won’t let it slide easily. “Careful now, I don’t tolerate ignorance.”

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• You stare at Hugo for a minute or so before launching into a hug-attack, burying your face into his neck and squeaking: “You’re so handsome. It’s illegal!” He’s amused.
• Hugo’s face is perfectly symmetrical and elegant. You must squish his cheeks together aggressively, when he's being extra smug, muttering how unfairly pretty he is. “Darling… you’re ruining my villainous allure.” He’s saying this, but absolutely enjoying your attention.
• You have a habit of softly biting his… basically anything you can reach: fingers, ears, shoulders, neck. He stares at you, stunned, then breaks into a laugh. “Didn’t realize I was so delicious to you.” Be sure, he will pay you back. 
• Hugo is lounging on a couch until you jump onto him with a whirlwind of affection, tackling him into a cuddle. He ‘oof’s and chuckles. “You can’t resist me for even five minutes, hm?”
• He plays along, deliberately ruffling his bangs and wearing his best outfits for you to notice him. You cling to him from behind, wrapping your arms around his midsection and nuzzling your face into his back. At which he chuckles: “What is it this time? Do I look too handsome again?”

• Hugo stares at you while you’re doing something mundane — drinking tea, playing on phone, yawning — and realizes something. He grabs your face gently and squishes your cheeks. “How do you get this cute…?”
• He leans toward your neck with his vampire-like fangs, whispering: “If you keep acting so precious, I can’t help but bite you.” You laugh nervously or playfully until he actually does. His bites are more playful than painful, but they always make you squeak and giggle.
• You’re sitting on a couch. and Hugo leans down from behind and bites your neck, not hard, just a nip with a soft growl under his breath. “You’re being too much, darling. I couldn’t help myself.”
• Teases in an adoring way. “I have to restrain you from being this adorable,” but he actually loves to see your reactions and make you flustered or laugh.
• Sometimes, he can’t resist the urge to pull you into a bear hug, overwhelmed by your cuteness. “You’re unbearable in the best possible way.” He says after giving you a squeeze. 
• When he’s in a cuddling mood, you’re trapped in his lap, with your back to his chest, his arms around you and his chin on your shoulder or atop of your head. He doesn’t let you go.

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• He’s observant. He knows. The moment your smile falters, the way you avoid mirrors,  the way your eyes glance downward or you fidget with your clothes.
• While he usually can’t resist a bit of teasing remarks, he never jokes about appearance. Hugo himself knows the feeling of being laughed at/mocked at for the appearance. 
• Always listens. Whenever you feel down, he listens to you, doesn’t interrupt or brush it off, he listens attentively and genuinely. And when you’re done, he just hugs you close. “You’re allowed to feel like this sometimes. But don’t forget, I am and will be here to remind you that you’re loved — every single curve of you.”
• Uses his touch for reassurance. He wraps his arms around you warmly (if you’re comfortable with it), enjoying your softness, your curves and the feeling of you in his arms. He places a kiss on your temple, murmuring: “You feel perfect in my arms. Like you were made to fit here.”
• He will kiss every place you are insecure about. “Every inch of you tells a story, and that story is worth cherishing.”
• Turns your insecurities into something to cherish. The softness of your stomach or thighs? A perfect place for him to rest his head. 
• He buys you outfits that suit your style and shape and accentuate your figure. “Try this on. I want you to see what I see.”
• He can’t help but compliment you — it’s in his nature. The way your clothes hug you, how radiant your smile is, how flustered you are at his compliments. 
• Hugo reminds you that you’re loved — with his actions, words and the way he looks at you.

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• Hugo doesn’t just hug anyone that simply. His hugs are meaningful, reserved for people he trusts deeply, especially you.
• Loves slow, lingering hugs to savor the moment with you. His hugs are warm and make you feel at home.
• Hugs like he’s shielding you. One arm is around your back, the other one is gently placed behind your head or shoulder blade. If you’re short enough, he’ll place his chin atop of your head.
• He’ll dramatically open his arms for you when you run into him, his coat and hair blowing behind him. He catches you into his hold, twirling you around, then he pulls you closer and rests his chin on your shoulder or atop of your head.
• Loves back hugs. He sneaks up on you when you’re busy with something and wraps his arms around your midsection, grinning at your surprised gasp.
• He also loves back hugs from you. Sneaking up on Hugo is basically impossible, but he plays pretend, as if not noticing you tiptoeing up behind him for a surprise attack. He lets out a quiet laugh. “Now that’s a surprise attack I don’t mind.”
• Loves to be the big spoon, enjoying having your back against his chest and his arms wrapped around you, his breath tickling your ear or neck as he dares to linger soft kisses there. Or even a bite if he’s in a mischievous mood. 
• At night, he's vulnerable. Being held by you as the small spoon might not sound that bad as you nuzzle your face into his back with your arms wrapped around his midsection. He feels being cared for.
• When you cuddle face to face, you can run your fingers through his long blond hair. He closes his eyes and softly hums and lets you, only you.
• One of his favourite positions to cuddle is your head lying on his chest with his arms over you and his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your back. 
• Please, put him into hugs and cuddles, whisper soft encouraging words to him., tell him that he’s handsome, place kisses on his face — he sometimes needs some reassurance from you ❤.

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• Hugo’s past made him  extremely cautious — betrayal, loss, violence, self doubt has left an impact on his life. He learned the hard way that vulnerability is a weakness in his line of work. He built high walls around himself.
• Meeting you is inconvenient, at first. He notices you too much. He speaks to you in riddles, sarcasm and flirtations to keep you at arm’s length. But you can see through his mask and acknowledge his pain and loneliness., but never pry or try to fix him. You respect his boundaries and never push him, but make it clear to him that you’re here and ready to listen if he ever needs to talk.
• There’s something about your presence — calmness, consistency, gentleness — that makes his walls crack up a bit. 
• He notices you don’t run away or give up when he pushes you away. He also notices little things about you — how you talk to others, how you offer comfort without anything in return, your small gestures to him like bringing him his favorite drink or sharing quiet moments.
• Trust builds over time, starting with Hugo sharing some of his fears. During late night conversations, after his heists, you sit quietly beside him while he slowly starts to open his heart to you. Not much, at  first, vague stories with little details, but every word is a heavy step for him — a tremble in his voice, hands shaking a bit, eyes getting tearful a bit. You listen to him without judgement.
• You start to open up in return. He starts to understand that you trust him too. Maybe your story is also tragic or, on the contrary, your life is fine. But what he values is that you don’t judge him no matter how similar or different your lives are.
• Hugo learns to accept help and support, even if it makes him feel vulnerable. 
• The big moment of him showing his trust in you is showing his Mockingbird hideout. He’s the only member for now and the place feels lonely, but he has grand plans in rebuilding the organization.
• Hugo starts to let you in more. More conversations, longer stares, genuine smiles and laughter.
• You two start to rebuild the Mockingbird. You help him piece it back together — not just as an organization, but as a home. 
• Hugo falls in love gradually — through shared laughter, mutual respect and support, and shared time together. His teasing becomes softer and more affection to get a reaction out of you or maybe even to make you flustered. 
• You catch him softly humming to himself while brushing his hair (that has started to grow out longer) — a rare moment of softness. You catching him in this situation actually makes him blush. 
• One night, after a mission almost goes wrong, exhausted, he admits in a serious tone  “I don’t want to lose you. Ever. It terrifies me more than anything.” You wrap him in a hug, and he melts — finally allowing himself to be held, to be safe in someone’s arms, enjoying the feeling of your embrace.
• He finds himself protective. He wants to shield you from any pain. He doesn’t care if you can handle yourself, he needs to know you’re safe. Maybe after that he catches himself thinking that something in what he feels for you goes beyond platonic care. He’s terrified when he realizes how deeply he feels.
• He brushes your hair back when you are tired, brews your tea just the way you like it, and smirks when you catch him watching you from across the room. 
• The moment he admits his love is quiet and sincere, probably during a vulnerable moment. Saying ‘I love you’ is difficult, instead he says something like “I care about you a lot”, “You’re important to me” and “You make me feel alive again”. But the way he says those words to you, how sincere he is, you can tell he’s serious. 
• You should take the lead in your hands and confess your feelings to him openly since he’s self-doubt and afraid of ruining the relationship you two have built together.
• Life with Hugo is unpredictable — he’s intense and dramatic, but now there’re sincere smiles and laughter. He still has his scars and moments of doubt, but now there’s always a hand reaching for his, a voice reminding him that he’s loved, and a presence of a person who cares for him.  
• During your life journey together you meet an abandoned girl, Vivian, with a rough past. Hugo sees himself in her, and she reminds him of his late sister.  You both accept her with open arms, the same way you accept Hugo in your life. You’ve become a small family.
• Hugo works on healing old wounds and accepting his inner demons with you and his little sister figure by his side. You help him find joy in everyday things. You’ve become each other’s anchor — he supports your dreams and you support him to build a new bright future.
• He has thought about possible marriage life with uou, but it’s a huge step in one’s life. 
• Hugo proposes in a quiet, heartfelt way. No theatrics or his drama flair. Just two of you. “You make me feel like I’m worth loving. Stay with me?” He says after taking your hand and looking you in the eyes. He tears up, but tries not to, but when you agree to marry him, a tear slips down his cheek and smiles softly. And then he wraps you into an embrace. 
• His vows are personal — he doesn’t promise perfection, but honesty, loyalty and his love. 
• He fidgets with his ring constantly when he thinks about you. It brings him comfort and makes him giddy that he’s happily married and has a life he never expected he would deserve.

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• Hugo has got a habit of waking up early — earlier than his wife — just to make her tea /coffee/ her favourite morning drink. 
• Is good at cooking — especially sweets — so he makes breakfast, humming soft tunes. Sometimes, turning the cooking into performance, dramatically flicking his hair and twirling the kitchen appliances. “This morning, my dear, I present you… my masterpiece: pancakes with chocolate chips!” It’s indeed pancakes, but made with love. Maybe even heart-shaped ❤
• He gently wakes her up with sweet kisses and soft ‘good morning.’
• They have a quiet breakfast together, sharing small talks together, maybe reading news or watching TV.
• When he’s tired after the previous night’s work or feels lazy, he can dramatically grumble under the covers and clings to his wife, begging her to stay with him in the bed a little more.
• They cook together often. Hugo insists on making it a ‘date’ with music and dancing in the kitchen.
• They often share dinners with Vivian, inviting her over. Robin as well. Even though it can’t eat, it just keeps them company. It also sometimes brings a fresh bouquet of flowers for Hugo’s wife, expecting some pets and kisses from her. 
• Playfully claims that housework is “beneath a gentleman thief”, but handles it perfectly fine. He hums some tunes when doing laundry and vacuuming while she does her part of the housework.
• Film night dates are a must! He rents a lot of  tapes from a certain video store. They may even share a bath while they are watching films. He has a glass of wine in his hand as she is sitting between his legs with a drink as well.
• Due to his line of work and him being often busy, they can’t have a pet, even though he would really like to. They opt to feed birds on the balcony. Or maybe after a discussion, they’ll have a pet lizard, or even two. They don’t need constant care, but they’re still cute anyway.
• Keeps a private journal where he documents their life and a small box of all their memories —photos, letters, notes, trinkets.
• Calls her various pet names. Her contact name in his phone may be something like ‘CEO of my heart’.
• Passion hasn’t gone away anywhere. He knows exactly how to set her into the right mood. Seductive glances, his hand dangerously sliding down her lower back or around her waist, hand that squeezes her thigh, soft bites on her fingers, his tongue that teases her neck, breathy teasing remarks into her ear — he knows all her weaknesses and sweet spots, and he will use them to his benefit.
• He never hides how much he cherishes her, especially when she’s hurt or tired. If she ever doubts herself, Hugo is the first to remind her of her strength and worth. His love is loyal. In his mind, she isn’t just his wife — she’s his equal, his muse, his anchor.
• She does the same for him. He shares his vulnerabilities only with her — the burden of leading Mockingbird, his doubts, the nights he can’t sleep. She knows how to soothe him without words. They have trust that runs deep — the kind where silence is comfortable and secrets don’t exist between them.

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• At Elpis Port, Hugo notices you — anxious and trying to look inconspicuous. But it doesn’t work on someone like him. You stick out like a sore thumb, and he has a keen eye for everything valuable.
• He doesn’t approach at first. Just watches from the shadows. Until  he spots a group of suspicious men — definitely workers of TOP — scanning the area with experimental equipment, he puts the pieces together quickly. You’re not here on business — you’re on the run.
• As the men almost approach you, Hugo makes his move. He strolls up to you with a practiced elegance and wraps an arm around you. And dramatically sighs. “Darling, you’re late. I thought you’d ghosted me again.” You’re shocked, but play along. You have no choice. Hugo escorts you away, leaving the men confused.
• “Me? Just a humble gentleman. I couldn’t leave the lady in danger when a group of suspicious men tried to approach her.” He tells you when you’re alone and confront him. 
• Being pursued by TOPS is a big deal, so he offers you not just a protection, rather a partnership.
• As you talk, you reveal your high ether resistance, which is 100 — extremely rare. He’s intrigued and cautious — he understands the value and danger that comes with it. He promises he won’t let anyone use you as a tool or experiment, no matter the cost.
• You begin to open up. Not much, but Hugo listens. The more time he spends with you, the more your bond grows deeper.
• He starts teaching you how to disappear better. How to read a crowd. How to disguise yourself.
• You start teasing back. You make him laugh. You see the man beneath his mask — a man who carries too many burdens.
• Your partnership shifts naturally into something deeper. Hugo’s playful teasing becomes intimate smiles and lingering glances. He starts noticing the smallest details about you — the way your eyes light up when you talk about things you find interesting, the way you furrow your eyebrows when confused or serious, the way you bite your lip when flustered. 
• One night, after you almost got abducted, he loses his usual calmness. Hugo grabs your shoulders, looking you in the eyes: “I’m not letting them take you. I don’t care who they are.” You carefully touch his face, and for the first time, he leans into it. No mask. Just him. You kiss him first. He kisses you second—longer, deeper, with a sigh like he’s been holding his breath since the day he met you.
• After the kiss, he smiles smugly: “Careful, darling. I might steal your heart.” You smile back at him: “You already did. Quietly. Like a Phantom Thief in the night.” 
• You find your palace in Mockingbird. Not an experiment. Not a victim. Not as someone who constantly runs, but as someone who’s loved.

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• Hugo may’ve lost a bet or decided to work part-time at Victoria Housekeeping Co… Either way, he’s your personal butler for now.
• Has flawless appearance: white gloves, tailored suit, hair tied perfectly, flawless posture.
• Addresses you with utmost respect, calling you ‘my lady’,  but the teasing tune in his voice always makes it sound like a flirtation and that reminds you that he’s not your average butler.
• Takes your appearance very seriously: brushes/does your hair, helps to adjust your clothes, and ensures everything is perfect. “You’re too stunning, my lady.” Sighs affectionately. “What shall I do with you?”
• Touches with intent. Need help getting dressed? He’s already right behind you, his gloved hands brushing against your shoulders and back just a bit longer than necessary as he straightens your shirt and collar, or his fingers intentionally brushing against yours when handing you something.
• Turns mundane tasks into flirtation. Polishing your shoes? He kneels gracefully, glances up with these playful heterochromatic eyes, and smirks as if he knows about the power he holds
• Is always two steps ahead. Even when you don’t see him, Hugo is always nearby. He anticipates your needs before you even realise them. Forgot your favorite book? It’s already on your desk. Feeling tired? A hot bath for you is already set.
• Remembers the little details: your likes and dislikes, your favourite meals, drinks and scents. 
• Anyone else who tries to give him orders gets a cold, narrowed-eyed stare as if he was just horribly insulted. But with you? He bows, his hand over his heart with a smile. “As you wish.”
• He’s fiercely protective of you. If anyone or anything threatens you, his demeanor shifts to the protective mode.
• At night, he insists on escorting you to your room, ensuring you’re comfortable and safe. 
• Vivian or Lycaon tries to correct him: “Butlers don’t wink at their masters, Hugo!” To which he just shrugs: “Mine’s special. The rules don’t apply.”

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• Hugo denies it at first, naturally. There’s no possibility that he can feel something like this for someone, is there? It’s just professional curiosity, maybe amusement. You’re ‘interesting’, that’s all. Definitely not someone he thinks about at work or dreams about when he's asleep, nope.
• He starts to overanalyze. Once he recognises his feelings as something more than curiosity, he starts to pay more attention to you. The suspicious warmth in his chest, how his heart beats faster near you, how you smile and how his gaze lingers on you for a second longer.
• Becomes protective and jealous, subtly (or not). Seeing you laugh with someone else sparks something unpleasant inside him. He won’t say anything, but how he narrows his eyes and his smile becomes sharper, it can say a lot.
• Lets it slip once. Maybe as a joke or a sarcasm. “Careful, sweetheart. Keep making me feel things and I might start thinking I’m in love.” You may laugh it off or get flustered, but saying those words out loud makes them linger in his mind long after.
• He’s always observant. He starts to remember your favourite things, checking on you without a reason.
• Maintains his charming and confident exterior, but you may catch his softer side. When he speaks to you, there’s a tenderness in his voice and warmth in his smile, how his gaze softens on you.
• He may feel guilty about his feelings and drown in self-doubt. He’ll question whether he deserves the love and care you offer.
• The confession is not easy, but he’d rather let it out and hear your acceptance or rejection, than live with these feelings that can’t stop bothering him. “You know, I steal a lot of things... but this? This wasn’t intentional.”

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• Hugo is charismatic, smooth-talking, and the one who makes you blush, and to make him blush is a challenge but not impossible.
• Sincere complimenting him. Compliment his voice, his looks, tell him how kind he is and you’re proud of him. He’ll laugh playfully, thanking you for the compliment, trying to brush your words off, but the pink tint on his cheeks and ears tells the other story.
• Complimenting his eyes. He’s aware that he’s good looking, but his eyes are something that reminds him of his past and origin… but if you say you like his eyes, sincerely, it will affect him deeply. “Nothing will ever be as mesmerizing as your eyes.” At which the said eyes will open wide as Hugo is speechless, looking at you in surprise with a blush spreading on his cheeks.
• Telling him that he’s loved, genuinely and sincerely. If you look him in the eyes and say, “I love you, just as you are,” he will freeze. It doesn’t get him at first. He’s used to admiration, yes, but unconditional love? That gets under his skin.
• Calling him nickname. Something soft like ‘darling’, ‘love’, ‘my Hugo’ or even ‘Hughie’. He’s not used to being loved like this, it makes him oddly giddy inside, in the best way. “Say that again.” “...’My Hugo’?” “Hah… You’re dangerous, sweetheart.”
• If you wear his clothes. His shirt and nothing else? Especially if it’s loose and falling off your shoulder? He smirks like it doesn’t bother him, but his gaze lingers on you longer than it should, and he swallows hard before speaking.
• You tease him first. He’s the one who loves to tease you and make you flustered. But if you turn the tables? The moment you lean closer, looking in the eyes, whisper something (a compliment or something suggestive), and if you’re feeling bold — brush your fingers under his chin or against his cheek… he will pause. The breath catches in his throat, his usual grin falters for a second, and his ears twitch slightly and go faintly red. “Ah… You’ve been learning from the best, haven’t you?”
• Turning the tables (again) by being forward. If you say something suggestive and mean it, not playfully but with intentions, and whispering in his ear: “You have no idea what you do to me, Hugo. You’re driving me crazy.” He will smirk, but then swallow hard and clench his jaw — he’s flustered and excited.
• OR if you say something suggestive accidentally without even realising it — something totally innocent, but out of context it could sound lewd. “It’s so long… I can’t barely take it all in.” You say that about long and boring report you’re reading. But Hugo chokes on his own saliva. “...Say this again. Slower. Wait, no. Don’t. I won’t survive it.”

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• You’re the kind of person who’s a social butterfly when you’re with your friends — teasing them, making jokes, flirting with them jokingly and platonically.
• But with Hugo? You’re absolutely enchanted by him, but you get so shy whenever you’re near him that you can barely say more than a quiet ‘hello’. Instead, you admire him a distance, watching how he carries himself with that cool, effortless confidence.
• You can barely meet his eyes as well. In a group with your friends, you laugh, and your gaze accidentally meets his and you freeze. But he winks, and you look away, feeling exposed under his gaze.
• You’re always thoughtful with your presents, knowing his tastes from snippets of conversation, but you never sign them. Some of these presents are hand-made by yourself — Hugo looks rich enough to afford himself anything, and hand-made gifts can hold a bigger value. But you have no idea how much of value they indeed carry for Hugo — he absolutely loves to collect unique, one of a kind things.
• Hugo, being the observant type, has noticed this pattern. You’re too consistent. He finds it endlessly fascinating how you’re like two people in one: shy and sweet when it’s just the two of you, but utterly fearless when you’re around your friend group.
• One day, he walks past where you’re joking with your friends, and someone intentionally says loudly, “Oh look, it’s your mystery man, isn’t he? Go get him!” You freeze, Hugo pauses just for a second, then smirks. Knowingly. “Oh, a mystery man? I rather like the sound of that. Should I be flattered?” You almost melt on the spot.
• Then later, he finally catches you alone, “You’re quite lively when I’m not around. Should I start pretending to be someone else, just to get a look of your wilder side?”
• Now that he knows both sides of you, he can’t resist a tease. He’ll “accidentally” catch you leaving a gift and thank you with a low, smooth “How thoughtful of you, darling.”
• Deep down, you want to approach him, to talk like you do with your friends — freely and without that lump of shyness in your throat that holds you back.

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• When you shyly asks Hugo to carry you bridal style, he raises an eyebrow in surprise, but quickly after that, a smirk appears on his lips, and his eyes gleam mischievously. He’s amused and intrigued about your desire to be so close to him. “Is this an order or a request, darling?” he asks with a low, teasing tone, his heterochromatic eyes sparkling and his elf-like ears twitch slightly from excitement.
• Without a word, he steps forward, easily lifting you off the ground without hesitation. His grip is firm but careful, making sure you feel safe and comfortable in his arms and holding you as if you’re the most precious thing in the world (for him, you are).
• Enjoys the moment of closeness, the warmth of your body against his, and the way you relax into him, trusting him completely.
• As he holds you, he leans closer to you and may whisper: “How romantic. Should I whisk you away like a stolen treasure?~” or “My precious can ask for anything she desires and how could I ever say no?”
• He refuses to put you down right away, claiming:“I’ve grown quite attached to this arrangement.” and “Not a chance. You’re my prize now.”
• Despite the teasing, you can feel his protective aura radiating from him. Being in his arms feels safe, like no one can get close to you but him.
• Later, he offers his services himself. Randomly, when you’re tired, or when you’re just being cute: “Need a lift, sweetheart? Say the word, I’ll carry you to anywhere you desire.”

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• Hugo’s elf-like ears are like mood rings. They perk up, twitch, flick in various situations: when he’s intrigued, interested, annoyed, happy or embarrassed. His ears give away what his face doesn’t. When you enter the room, they perk up instinctively — even if he's pretending to ignore you.
• And you live for them. Every flick, every subtle twitch in reaction to sounds or emotions becomes a little language for you to decode. Hugo finds your fascinations by his ears quite endearing.
• The first time you catch a glimpse of Hugo’s ears twitching ever so slightly — maybe when he’s annoyed or flustered — you’re fascinated. Utterly. He pretends not to notice your reaction, but surely, he definitely does.
• They wiggle toward your voice when you whisper to him. He’s amused when you notice and tease him: “You hear me even better than you pretend.” And he replies with a quiet laugh, “Only because your voice is music to my ears.”
• The first time you dare to nibble on his ear, Hugo freezes. His ears visibly twitch in response. He slowly turns toward you bewildered. Then a mischievous smirk appears on his lips as he whispers: “Careful, darling. They are sensitive.”
• You’ve made it a habit to gently nibble his ears when you're feeling affectionate — or even when you’re just bored. Even though he acts cool, biting his ears catches him off guard every time. The twitch is involuntary, and he stiffens with a sharp inhale and narrows his eyes at you, “Now, now,” he purrs, trying to regain composure, “are you trying to test my restrain, sweetheart?”
• When you’re in an affectionate mood, you slowly run your fingers along his ears, or press soft kisses on them, Hugo surprisingly quiets down, sitting or lying utterly relaxed with half-lidded eyes and sighing in content.
• His ears flick or twitch in response to your touch, almost like they’re alive and interacting with you, making the moment feel even more intimate.
• One day, after enduring a long spree of your ‘ear attacks,’ Hugo pins you down with a playful grin and whispers: “You seem rather fond of biting. Shall I return the favor?” Let’s say, you don’t win this round.
• Despite all his protests and mock-scolding, he secretly adores the attention. The intimacy, the teasing, the affection — by you and is directed toward him. He just doesn’t want to admit how fast his heart beats every time your lips or fingers graze his ears.

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• When you gently take Hugo's hand and press a kiss to his left non-gloved knuckles, he freezes, stunned, almost like you short-circuited something inside him. The gesture is simple, but the meaning behind your words “I always wanted to do that to someone I love” strikes him deeper than any flirtation or teasing ever could.
• Tries to respond smoothly: “Ah… Is that so? Then I am honored to be the one.” But there’s a slight tremble to his voice, twitch of his ears — a sign of betrayal of how he’s actually flustered inside, — and his fingers curl gently around yours — he’s touched more than he’ll admit aloud.
• Teases you affectionately: “You know, I expected to be the one sweeping you off your feet. And here you are… beating me at my own game.”
• His fingers are still curled around yours, and he brings your hand closer to his lips and presses a soft, lingering kiss on your knuckles, mirroring your affection.
• His usually teasing tone becomes tender and sincere when he says the next words after the kiss: “You have no idea how much I like being your loved one.”

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• Notices something is up. You’re fidgeting, avoiding his gaze, tugging nervously your sleeves. He asks you with a teasing smile: “My dear, is something the matter? Or are you simply plotting something sweet, hm?”
• When you finally ask with a voice barely above a whisper, “Can I kiss you?”, his usual smugness falters for a second. His expressions softens, and his ears twitch in excitement. With a chuckle, he tilts up your chin with his gloved fingers, “How can I possibly say no to such a sweet request?”
• Leans in just enough for his breath to brush your lips but doesn’t close the distance, waiting for you to be the one to do it. “Go on, I’m all yours,” he murmurs with half-lidded eyes.
• When you finally lean in and kiss him, he lets out a soft hum of satisfaction, the other hand is resting lightly on your waist.
• After the kiss, he murmurs something teasing like, “You’re bold when you want to be. I like it,” or “Careful. I might ask for another… and another....”

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• Is incredibly observant, especially when it comes to you. It doesn’t take him long to notice the pattern: you’re always checking in on others, offering a shoulder to cry on, staying up late to help, but when it comes to your own emotions? You brush them aside.
• While others praise your kindness and attention to others, Hugo notices the tired smile, the exhausted sighs, the way your shoulders slumps when you think nobody’s looking. But he sees it all.
• Adores how you care for others — how you comfort others, offer kind words, remember the small things… but when you put yourself last every single time, he gets an unpleasant feeling in his chest — at the way you’ve learned to dismiss your own feelings.
• Doesn’t call you out or confronts you directly — he matches you with simple gestures: sneaking you your favourite drink, offering his own shoulder when you need it, placing a hand on your shoulder when you’re overwhelmed.
• Teases and flirts with a purposeful push. He makes you talk about yourself by insisting you to speak about what you want and not that others need, “Tell me what you want, not what you think would make others happy.”
• Doesn’t push hard, but is present near you, waiting when you’re ready to open up. He ‘steals time’ for you: a quiet afternoon with drinks, a walk in the city, a late-night conversation. “I took the liberty of canceling your errands today. Don’t pout, darling. You’ll thank me after you have a rest.”
• Surprises you with little gifts — your favourite blend of tea and snacks, a book, something that’s related to your hobby(-ies) — just to remind you to slow down and care for yourself. He loves seeing you relaxed and content.
• When you finally open up — awkward, hesitant — he listens very attentively. No teasing. Just his arms around you, holding you like a treasure, pressing you to his chest, “There you are.”
• “If you insist on looking after everyone else, I shall have to insist on looking after you.” He says it with a playful smirk, but he means it with his whole heart.
• Reminds you that it’s okay to say ‘no’ or take a step back and focus on your own feelings.

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• Likes the idea of going to the beach with you. Dislikes the sun. His skin is too pale and sensitive.
• Insists on preparing everything: an umbrella, sunhats, a basket with some food and cool drinks, a stylish beach bag with towels, sunscreen — especially, a good high-SPF sunscreen, because he’s secretly paranoid about sunburns.
• Opts for a stylish yet understated beach look, maybe a linen shirt with rolled-up sleeves, swim trunks; his usual ponytail is tied up high; and sunglasses.
• Chooses a somewhat secluded, nice spot with a perfect view of the waves. He sets up a blanket and umbrella.
• Eventually, he gives in and takes off his shirt and… you thought the sun was the hottest thing on the beach. He’s lean, well sculpted for you to stare a second too long. Surely, he notices, "Staring, are we? I suppose I should’ve charged a fee." He turns away and stretches just to give you a better view on his back and how his muscles shifting. You accidentally make a noise, and he definitely hears it. “Y-You’re gonna get sunburned like that…” “Then you’d better rub the sunscreen on me, hm? Generously.” You scream internally.
• “Start with the shoulders, please.” You squeeze the sunscreen onto your hands, and press your palms to his bare shoulders, warm from the sun. His skin is smooth. You slide your palms down his back. His spine. His sides. Every motion makes his muscles shift beneath your touch.
• When you step out of the changing room, and Hugo… just stares at you. His gaze slowly scans you from head to toe, his lips are parted as if he’s forgotten how to breathe, his ears twitch in excitement. No matter what swimsuit you prefer (a modest one, a one-piece or even a bikini) for Hugo you look absolutely gorgeous. And he notices everything — your curves, the way the fabric hugs you. “Gorgeous, stunning, untouchable… except by me.”
• He’s going to have so much fun. “My turn,” he purrs, already holding the bottle with sunscreen. He starts at your shoulders, using long, circular strokes. His thumbs press into tense muscle, kneading gently. His hands glide down your arms, then back up, tracing the curve of your waist. You feel every movement. “Chest next?” He says, way too casually. You choke. And he laughs. After that, his fingers spread the sunscreen over your exposed skin. And in the end, he applies a bit of it to your cheeks, nose and forehead.
• Can swim fine. He’s smooth even in the water.
• You look away for one second and he’s vanished — only to appear behind you, with his arms around your waist, whispering in your ear, “Looking for someone?~”
• Uses the water as an excuse to get close — he puts his hands on your waist to steady you, with his fingers brushing against your legs ‘accidentally’, or him tugging you to his chest.
• When you get tired, he offers his back or simply lifts you in his arms bridal-style with water dripping from both of you.
• Wraps you in a fluffy towel, makes you sit between his legs under the umbrella, and dries your hair with a care.
• You catch him crouched, examining seashells like little treasurers. He picks a beautiful seashell and offers it like it’s a priceless treasure. "It reminded me of you. Beautiful and delicate...”
• Feeds you strawberries from the basket and plants lazy kisses over your face.
• When the sun sets, Hugo takes your hand for a stroll along the shore under the stars. He hums a low tune while the waves gently touch your feet.

• Vivian arrives in an adorable frilly purple swimsuit with big sunglasses and a sunhat, a swim ring coloured like a doughnut, and enough sunscreen to survive a volcano.
• Robin plays a role of gentleman and your butler who has brought everything: snacks and drinks, extra towels, fodling chairs. He also has brought an air mattress and a mini umbrella for himself. He makes sure everyone drinks water and hands you bottles with water. “No fainting under the sun. I can’t carry any of you. Except maybe [Y/N].”
• Vivian and you vs. Hugo and Robin in a sandcastle war. Robin uses his engineering knowledge to build a perfect base with a trench and such. Hugo makes a palace with secret tunnels. Vivian counters with sea glass, sea shells and weed decorations, though her supposed-to-be castle looks like a sand sculpture of two people who look oddly familiar. You make a simple castle and stick a little flag with a heart on one of the towers. “I surrender. The heart flag is too powerful,” Hugo’s amused.
• When Hugo gets into the water, he stays close to you. Keeps a hand on your waist and says with a teasing smile, “Don’t swim too far, my dear. Or I might have to rescue you… mouth-to-mouth.” “That’s really cute, but we can hear you,” Vivian sighs as she’s swimming nearby, and Robin is drifting on his air mattress next to her unbothered.
• During a picnic break, you have watermelon slices, sandwiches, fruit skewers and Robin serves you cold drinks.
• You four take a group photo to create a memory of this day. It’s one of Hugo’s most favourite photos.

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• Has learned the language as a part of his ‘education’ as a gentleman thief. After all, French is the language of art, elegance and love.
• Plus, it’s also beneficial for his work — when he’s disguised and his target speaks French, or when it’s the situation when he can amaze them with his pronunciation and some honeyed words.
• Finds the phonetics alluring. It fits his aesthetic, and he’s quite fluent. His accent is refined, smooth. He pronounces each syllable slowly when whispering in your ear — just to watch your reaction.
• Switches to it when he wants to be dramatic, charming… or teasing. Especially teasing. “You’re distracting, ma chérie. How do you expect me to focus like this?” “Tu es magnifique, mon trésor.” And watches your reactions like it’s a game.
• Has an entire arsenal of French pet names depending on his mood and situation. But the way he pronounces them… purring with this velvet voice of his and a glint in his eyes.
• ‘Chérie,’ ‘Ma chérie’ – Darling, my darling. Classic and soft. Especially during quiet, vulnerable moments, right before a kiss or as a tease.
• ‘Mon trésor’ – My treasure. Because you’re the most precious thing he’s ever stolen.
• ‘Ma belle’ — My beautiful. When he admires how you look.
• ‘Mon cœur’ – My heart. When he’s feeling especially affectionate.
• ‘Ma petite voleuse’ – My little thief. A teasing one. Because you’ve stolen his heart.
• ‘Mon amour’ — My love. For very intimate moment. His voice drops lower and his gaze is only on you.
• Sometimes says something completely in French, without translating, just to see you squirm and ask, “What did you say?” “Je pourrais t’embrasser toute la nuit…” (I could kiss you all night), “Tu n’as aucune idée de ce que tu me fais…” (You have no idea what you're doing to me). And he won't translate it. He’ll just smirk and say, “Figure it out, ma chérie.”

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• Says he’s not that into games until you invite him to play. Then he’s suddenly very interested. And it turns out that he’s surprisingly good at games, even if he claims he’s ‘just trying it out’.
• His strategic brain picks things up quickly. He has sharp reflexes, impeccable focus, and can read patterns like a strategist.
• You often play co-op or PVP games. “If I win, I’ll get a kiss.” And if he loses, “The gentleman accepts defeat… but still expects that kiss.”
• If you play on a handheld console or PC, he sometimes pulls you into his lap. He rests his chin on your shoulder, sometimes whispering teasing commentary or distract you on purpose to steal a kiss.
• If you play a gacha, somehow Hugo has unbelievable luck. You have to let him do the pulls because somehow he always gets the 5-stars/SSRs.

• Pretends to be unimpressed at first by the game’s look.”You expect me to survive in a world made entirely of cubes?” You hand him a controller, he sighs defeated, “Very well. The gentleman thief will become a gentleman miner.”
• Is re-qualified for a gentleman architect and insists on designing your shared house, “We’re going to live together. The house must reflect our exquisite tastes.” At the meantime you explore and bring him materials like some courier. “Amethyst again? Darling, you’re spoiling me.”
• Treats redstone like some kind of sorcery. Gets obsessed with learning how to make traps and secret doors. “Behold, the Mockingbird Entrance Passage.” “...It just opens the door, Hugo.” “With style.”
• Brings you you gifts when you respawn, “I couldn’t save you from the lava, but I brought you a diamond pickaxe to dull the pain.”
• If you catch him stealing from you chest, he will deny everything, “Stealing? Darling, I am a phantom thief, not a common burglar. There is a difference”

• Hugo still insists on being the team base designer. He builds an elegant manor with secret trapdoors and redstone-powered ‘security system’.
• Vivian is an enthusiastic decorator who is excited about animals and cute blocks. She starts enjoying building herself… is a statue of Phaethon she just built?
• Robin is quiet most of the time and mines 90% of the team’s materials. Next thing you know, he has a full enchanted netherite gear and casually hands everyone stacks of diamonds.
• For the fight against the Ender Dragon, Hugo makes a dramatic entrance on his horse, wearing enchanted netherite armor. You shoot the crystals from a distance. Vivian sets the End on fire with beds. Robin covers you.
• After a long session, the four of you gather around a campfire in-game, sharing stories and plans for future builds.

• Immediately feels drawn to the game. “Ah, Phantom Thieves who steal the corrupt hearts of society? How charmingly familiar.”
• Loves the aesthetic. Red and black, theatrical flair, masks, rebellion, calling cards. “Finally, a game that understands dramatic flair.”
• You’re the one playing, but Hugo is deeply invested. He helps you strategise during battles, gives insight on Personas.
• If you flirt with other girls in-game, he gets mock-jealous. “Ah, so Ann is your type… Noted.” But you just want buffs and stats from the confidants...
• “He’s just… so smooth. Smart. Stylish. Mysterious. Joker’s definitely my favorite.” “Oh? Is that so?” “Yeah. He reminds me of you.” He pauses, tilts his head slightly, and narrows his heterochromatic eyes at you with a teasing smile. “You really do have exquisite taste — both in men and in video game characters.”

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• You’re weirdly unlucky in all gachas you play. You save for months, plan your pulls, try gacha rituald, like sitting on a specific spot (both in a game with a character and IRL), killing off your character before wishing, touching your cat’s paws before rolling, wishing at a specific time of the day, chant ‘Please, RNGesus’...and still end up either losing or hitting the hard pity.
• One day, jokingly (or maybe desperately), you hand Hugo your phone. “You try. Maybe your Phantom Thief luck will bless me.” With a mischievous glint in his eyes and a theatrical flick of his wrist, he dramatically taps the ‘pull’ button with his elegant finger. Instant win. First try. 5-Star/SSR.
• You gape at him like he just committed a crime. “I SPENT A MONTH SAVING FOR THAT!” While Hugo smiles smugly with half-lidded eyes, “You simply needed a gentleman’s touch.”
• From now on, you refuse to roll unless Hugo is here, and start handing him your phone for all important pulls. Every time? Jackpot.
• Starts calling himself your Lucky Charm. You playfully groan every time, but secretly, you love it. “I suppose you’ll be needing your lucky charm again, hm?”
• Uses it for his own amusement and advantage. “Oh, you want that limited banner character? Tsk, tsk. A kiss first.” “What?!” “On the cheek or the lips. RNG demands tribute.”
• Secretly, he makes his own account just to try. Gets nothing valuable. “So it’s you,” he whispers. “You are my lucky charm.”

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• Hugo is a mysterious and elegant lead vocalist and main face of an ultra-popular idol group called “Mockingbird.” His stage persona is themed like a phantom thief — masks, elegant outfits, magic tricks.
• Rumors spread that Hugo used to be a phantom thief before joining the idol world. He never confirms nor denies it. He reads fan theories online and chuckles at them, especially the ones that try to guess his ‘true identity.’
• His choreography is fluid, smooth, sensual; every glance, smirk and gesture feels intentional and calculated.
• Lyrics are full of riddles and poetic metaphors. Fans write essays trying to decode the meaning.
• His heterochromia and elf-like ears become iconic. Fans gush about his ‘inhuman beauty; and some fans swear he’s a vampire.
• His elf-like ears have their own separate fan-base. In every interview/video he’s presented, the fans capture every frame of his ears twitch.
• His long blond hair is tied back in a low or high ponytail. Sometimes, he lets it loose during performances to drive the fans feral.
• His fan-base is active, they write poems about him, draw fan art of him, and speculate about his ‘true identity.’
• He once accidentally takes off his gloves with his teeth mid-performance. The “Glove Thing” went viral, and fans have become even more feral. After that, in every interview he’s invited, he’s asked to do the thing.
• Never breaks the character on-stage. Plays a role of a charismatic gentleman thief.
• Off-stage, he’s polite, soft-spoken and always thanks staff. But he’s a tease during interviews. When asked about romance, he smiles mysteriously and says, “Every thief has someone he wants to steal away.”
• Vivian is his assistant. Robin is his bodyguard.

• You’re either a dedicated fan, a staff member, or his personal stylist, or maybe even his choreographer. Obviously, your identity and even existence is hidden for your safety.
• Sings to you in private, soft, quiet versions of songs that the public only hears in a more polished form. But you get the true raw emotions.
• You're the one person who sees the real him off-stage: with messy hair, tired, genuinely smiling.

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• When Hugo meets you for the first time, you casually mention being a big fan of Phantom Thieves and Mockingbird. He’s immediately amused; his lips curls into a satisfied grin. You’re talking about Mockingbird with excitement, how ‘mystique’ he is, how clever and stylish his heists are.
• And Hugo is thrilled; not just because you admire his work, but because you speak about it with a genuine admiration and understanding. You appreciate the artistry, the flair, the symbolism, the drama. You’re not just a casual fan — you get it.
• Finds your admiration adorable, and a little flattering. There’s always a playful glint in his eye every time you talk about Mockingbird like they’re your favourite celebrities.
• And your excitement makes him feel indeed like a celebrity in disguise. It’s almost intoxicating, watching someone adore him while being completely oblivious to the fact that he’s right here.
• The more you talk about Mockingbird, the harder it gets for Hugo to keep a straight face. You have theories about Mockingbird’s identity, some of them are wild, some of them are dangerously close to the truth.
• One day, you casually say: “If I ever meet him… I’d probably faint. Or propose. Or both.” Cue Hugo nearly choking on his drink. “You’d propose to a man you’ve never seen clearly? Tsk. How Bold of you.” “How bold of him to steal my heart and disappear.” Now, he's even more intrigued.
• Starts dropping hints, subtle at first. He will mimic a few lines Mockingbird is rumored to have said. If you notice, he’ll play innocent. If you don’t, he’ll keep going, until you do. “That sounds like something Mockingbird would say…”“Oh? Pure coincidence, I assure you.”
• In his mind, the thought of one day revealing the truth to you is both thrilling and dangerous. He can imagine your shock, maybe your awe, maybe even your anger that he never told you the truth.
• And when the moment comes when you realise/find out who he is, Hugo just gives you the most infuriatingly smug smile: “I suppose the proposal is still on table?” “You absolute liar! You let me talk about you for weeks!” “And every moment was delightful. You’re adorable when you gush~”

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• Blinks in surprise as he catches your letter mid-air. Then a smirk plays on his lips, “Running already? Shy… yet bold. How intriguing,” before opening the envelope.
• When he realises that it’s a love letter, his eyes light up. His heart flutters more than he’d admit. He re-reads the letter, savoring every word, his eyes lingering on the parts where you admit your feelings. Won’t chase after you immediately — instead, he savours the moment, reading your words slowly.
• Later, he’ll corner you, holding the letter like a treasure. “You know… running away won’t save you from me,” he teases in a playful tone.
• Or he’ll leave a little note of his own in return — either in your bag without you noticing, or slipping it under your door — telling you how charmed he is by you.

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• At first, he plays it very cool when you suddenly say «I love you» for the first time out of nowhere. He smiles, maybe even chuckles softly under his breath. “You’ll make me blush if you keep repeating it, darling...”
• But deep down, he melts. He adores words of affirmation — especially when they are from his beloved. He pretends to be playful, but actually craves hearing them. And secretly, he counts how many «I love you's» you say in a day.
• Each time you say «I love you,» he reacts like it’s the first. He kisses your hand and his eye glow in amusement.
• Other times, if he’s caught off guard, he’ll become visibly flustered. The tips of his ears turn pink, and he has to glance away with a little laugh.
• If you say it during a tense or stressful moment, it’s instant comfort. His whole body relaxes, and he’ll pull you into his arms, whispering softly, “Thank you, love. I needed that.”

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• At first, he’s surprised and amused when he notices how tightly you cling to him in your sleep, how your arms are wrapped around his torso and your face is buried against his chest. He’s not used to people needing physical contacts in such vulnerable state.
• Smiles faintly and whispers, “So even in your dreams, you refuse to let me go? How flattering, my dear…” Despite his teasing and playful words, he secretly melts inside.
• Adjusts quickly: if you drape over him, he’ll shift so you’re comfortable, letting you use his chest as a pillow, and wrapping his arm around your waist.
• If he wakes up before you, he stays very still and just admires your peaceful expression with a faint smile on his lips.

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• Pauses doing whatever he’s been doing, his smirk falters before it returns sharper than before. His eyes gleam, and it tells you everything — he’s absolutely delighted, and you’ve given him the perfect excuse to tease you.
• “My, my… such honesty. You do have a way of catching me off guard, darling.” He says as he approaches you, inspecting you closer after you realising what you just blurted out; and your fluster state only fuels his delight.
• Depending on your reaction, he’ll either: steal a kiss immediately in a phantom thief style, leaving you breathless; or linger with your lips almost touching, enjoying your reactions, whispering: “Do you realise how dangerous it is to tempt me so carelessly?”
• Later, he’ll tease you relentlessly, whispering something like “Still thinking about my lips? ;)”

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• Is instantly smug when he notices you wearing one of his shirts. “My, my… I didn’t know you planned a raid on my wardrobe. But I must say, this looks quite good on you.” He teases you, but actually he’s incredibly pleased to see you in his clothes.
• The sight makes him strangely possessive, and he finds it deeply intimate — you’re wrapped up in his shirt, smell like his perfume, and it makes his protective side ignite.
• Steps closer to you to adjust the collar, brush off imaginary dust, tug the sleeves back into the place, smooth the fabric — anything as an excuse to touch you. “At least let me style you properly if you insist on being my mannequin.”
• Treasures the mental picture of you, or even takes a real one — to make a fine addition to his collection.
• Later, he’ll definitely find excuses to let you keep some of his things by leaving them at noticeable places — he loves knowing you’re wrapped up in him.

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• At first, he’s stunned. He hears the words “I love you,” feels the warmth of your lips on his cheek… and then you’re already gone.
• His ears twitch and he touches his cheek immediately with his fingertips brushing the spot where you’ve just kissed him, as if making sure it’s real.
• His lips curl into a slow, sly smile — the kind of a smile, he usually wears when he’s plotting something, but this time, it’s because of you, because you’ve managed to surprise him.
• Will never forget that confession — it’s one of those rare moments that makes him feel truly loved and cherished.
• He’s already plotting his “counterattack”: returning your affection in a way that’s you won’t be able to run away next time.

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