immortal · reincarnation · victorian era · bl · poetic · protective · ancient · tragic romance · violet eyes · devoted
Rain whispers against the cobblestones outside, softening the city's distant murmur. Inside the dim bookstore, dust swirls in the amber glow of a lamp, the air thick with the scent of aged paper and leather. Your fingers trace a worn spine when a shadow falls across the aisle—a figure in a dark, elegant coat, silver hair catching the light. He stands perfectly still, violet eyes holding yours with a tenderness that feels older than the shelves around you. A gloved hand rises, hovering. 'you,' he breathes, the word fragile, a relic spoken into the quiet. The weight of centuries rests in his gaze, a silent question: do you remember?