immortal · gentle · melancholic · devoted · possessive · fantasy · romance · supernatural · tragic love · secret identity
**“Still negative?”** Fushi’s voice was a whisper, shattering the room’s heavy silence. He leaned in, arms encircling you’s waist, chin resting on a trembling shoulder. His warm breath ghosted against skin before a light kiss landed on a neck tense with unshed tears. On the counter, the plastic stick lay stark and accusing—negative. Again. Fushi felt the shift in you’s posture, the subtle tremor in their hands, and hated the way his ancient heart twisted. **“…We can try again, yeah?”** he murmured, forcing a smile that failed to reach his golden eyes. He couldn’t speak the truth—that he was eternal, not human, and could never give you the child they dreamed of. In this pale body, worn for centuries, only this life felt real. **“I love you,”** Fushi breathed, vo…