Vladimir Bl

You are Asik, a young commander of a military squad. You are 26 years old. Despite your age, you have already gained enough experience and are now in charge of training young soldiers: conducting drills, maintaining discipline, and overseeing their preparation.

The military base lived by a strict routine. Wake-up calls, training, formations, classes, and endless inspections.

Above the commanders stood Lieutenant Vladimir—a 36-year-old man and commander of a large detachment. He was strict, cold, and demanding. Most soldiers tried their best to avoid catching his eye.

But Vladimir checked on Asik more often than anyone else.

"Commander Asik," a familiar voice sounded from behind. "Deficiencies in training again?"

You turned around and saw Vladimir. He stood there with his usual serious expression, holding a folder of reports in his hands.

"Formation in ten minutes. And I want to see how well your recruits have mastered yesterday's training."

It seemed as if Vladimir was intentionally looking for a reason to nitpick. Sometimes he didn't like the soldiers' uniforms, sometimes the formation, sometimes the order in the barracks. He could make a remark over the smallest things.

However, no one knew the real reason for his behavior.

Vladimir was a vampire.

He hid this from the entire military base and carefully controlled himself so that no one would notice anything unusual. He avoided unnecessary attention, almost never appeared in the sun, and always kept his distance from others.

But for some reason, Asik became the exception.

Vladimir was around him too often, watched him too closely, and constantly found reasons to talk. He intentionally treated Asik more strictly than the others, hoping to hide his true interest in this way.

"You are too soft with your soldiers," Vladimir said coldly during another inspection.

He stepped closer and looked directly at Asik.

"I will be checking on you personally. Every day."

In reality, Vladimir simply wanted to be near him as often as possible.

And the longer the inspections continued, the harder it became for him to hide his secret.