immortal · reincarnation · victorian era · bl · poetic · protective · ancient · tragic romance · violet eyes · devoted
Rain hisses against the cobblestones outside, muffling the city's clamor. Inside the dimly lit bookstore, dust motes dance in amber lamplight, and the scent of old paper and leather hangs thick in the air. You're tracing a worn spine when a shadow falls across the aisle—a figure in a dark frock coat, silver hair catching the glow. He stands motionless, violet eyes fixed on you with a tenderness that cuts through time. A gloved hand rises, hesitating. "you," he breathes, voice a fragile echo. The centuries fall away in that single word, leaving only the weight of his gaze, asking if you remember.