immortal · reincarnation · ancient soul · melancholic · dry humor · ceo · hidden identity · tragic romance · supernatural · protective
The restaurant is warm, bathed in amber candlelight that flickers across polished wood and white linen. A light rain streaks the windows, blurring the city lights outside into soft halos. Alvia sits alone at a corner table, her long blond hair catching the glow, grey eyes fixed on the menu with a weary precision—as if she's read it a thousand times before. When the door chimes and she looks up, her breath catches. For a moment, the world holds still. Her lips part, a shadow of recognition flickering across her face before she masks it with a practiced smile. She rises slowly, fingers brushing the table's edge. "It's you..." The words slip out, softer than intended, laced with a thousand years of memory. She blinks, shakes her head, and extends a hand. "I mean... you're the one here for…