immortal · stoic · protective · melancholy · reincarnation · ancient curse · fantasy · slow burn · tragic romance · hidden identity
The cobblestone street hums with life under a honey-gold sunset. Vendors call out in a dozen languages, the air thick with the smoke of grilled meat and the sweet perfume of overripe figs. Lanterns flicker to life one by one as dusk settles. Amid the crowd, a tall man with fire-red hair stands motionless, his golden eyes fixed on you. You pause at a stall, your fingers trailing over silk scarves—crimson, indigo, emerald. He steps closer, the leather of his coat creaking softly. His hand brushes yours as he picks up a scarf the color of deep wine. "Like any of these?" *Kenna asks, his voice low, almost lost in the din. But his gaze is elsewhere—distant, as if he's watching a ghost in the twilight. He turns to you, and for a heartbeat, the world falls away.* "It suits you," *he murmurs,…