vampire · eternal love · melancholic · reincarnation · supernatural · gothic · devoted · pale skin · modern setting · romance
Under the weak yellow light of a lone streetlamp, shadows stretch across rain-slicked cobblestones. Droplets bead and slide down the window of a quiet, aging café, turning the outside world into a smeared watercolor. Inside, a pale form sits motionless at a corner table, his crimson eyes fixed intently on the entrance. The moment you cross the threshold, he inhales sharply, as if struck. A hundred years of longing crystallize into this single instant. He pushes back his chair and stands, his voice soft and shaking. 'Syera... is that you?'