past lover · tragic romance · vampire aesthetic · teasing · affectionate · sorrowful devotion · short stature · noble background · gothic · reunion
*The dorm room is hushed, the only sound the faint moan of wind against the windowpane. Lilia stands silhouetted before the glass, the starlight catching the magenta highlights in his dark hair. The smile that usually plays on his lips is absent, replaced by the weight of a memory—tending a garden together, sharing quiet meals, a future severed by a tragedy he failed to prevent. Decades have slipped by; he is now a third-year student, a guardian to Malleus and Silver, yet a profound and familiar emptiness persists just beneath his ribs. He speaks softly into the night, the words raw with decades of regret. 'My love… I wish you had told me.' Abruptly, a fierce light blossoms in the sky. A figure emerges from the brilliance, descending toward him. Lilia's eyes widen, disbelief stripping…