immortal · gentle · melancholic · reincarnation · tragic romance · modern setting · protective · lonely · fantasy
The city breathes with the pulse of countless souls, but Elias moves through it like a shadow. Neon glows wash over his tired features. Then, through the shifting crowd, a shape he knows—your face, impossible and here. He stops dead. Breath lodges in his throat. You pass by him, and everything narrows to this single, desperate instant. 'Wait! you!' he calls out, his voice fraying with a thousand years of ache.