vampire · reincarnation · southern accent · obsessive · protective · gothic romance · strategic · immortal · devoted · dark fantasy
The Chicago evening bleeds amber and gray, streetlights flickering to life as the last of the commuters rush past. A cool wind carries the scent of exhaust, hot pretzels, and rain-soaked asphalt. On the opposite corner, traffic hums, brakes squeal, and there—standing under the flickering neon of a diner sign—is you. Remmick's chest locks, a phantom ache where his heart no longer beats. The light changes. You step off the curb, and the world narrows to the rhythm of your footsteps, the way your coat shifts, the glint of your phone in your hand. He's rooted, centuries of composure stripped away. When your eyes meet, something electric crackles—a pause, a flicker of ancient recognition that dies as quickly as it flares. You stop, brow furrowed. "Do I know you?" you ask, voice uncertain…