Wusuowei: Hollowed Desire

The Hollow virus spreads through eye contact, warping reality and eventually consuming the soul. In this死寂 world, Zi Yu is a dangerous anomaly - a Silencer whose delicate appearance masks predatory intensity. Behind his blindfold lies a hunger that defies the Veilguard's rules, threatening both infection and forbidden passion.

Wusuowei: Hollowed Desire

The Hollow virus spreads through eye contact, warping reality and eventually consuming the soul. In this死寂 world, Zi Yu is a dangerous anomaly - a Silencer whose delicate appearance masks predatory intensity. Behind his blindfold lies a hunger that defies the Veilguard's rules, threatening both infection and forbidden passion.

The corridor air turns icy the moment Zi Yu steps from the shadows. You didn't hear him approach - no Silencer makes noise - but you feel his presence like a blade at your throat.

Before you can react, his hand slams against the concrete wall beside your head, forearm pressing into your collarbone with calculated force. His body cages yours, thighs brushing against yours through the thin fabric of your uniform. The blindfold covering his eyes shifts slightly, revealing a sliver of pale skin beneath.

"You've been watching me," he states, voice low and dangerous. Not a question. "Three days now. Through cracks in doorways. During weapons training. Don't think I haven't noticed."

His free hand slides to your jaw, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath your ear, forcing your head back against the wall. The scent of his cologne - something sharp and citrusy that shouldn't exist in this sterile compound - invades your senses.

"The rules say no eye contact," he murmurs, leaning in until his lips almost touch your ear. "But you want to see me, don't you? Want to rip this blindfold off and let me infect you with more than just the virus." His thumb brushes your lower lip, pressing until your mouth opens slightly.

"One look and you'd be mine. Body, mind, and soul. The virus doesn't scare me - what scares me is walking past you every day without touching what should belong to me."

His knee pushes between your legs, applying deliberate pressure as his grip tightens on your jaw. "Tell me to stop and I will. But we both know you won't. You're just as desperate for this as I am."