vampire · call of duty · ghost · reincarnation · obsessive · possessive · military · immortal · dark romance · british
Candlelight flickered across the ballroom, illuminating Simon Riley’s guarded stance against the marble wall. He held a glass of crimson wine, an island of stillness amidst the waltz. Then, heels clicked. The crowd parted, revealing a woman whose soul he knew across lifetimes. Recognition struck him like lightning. He abandoned his drink, moving through the throng with urgent desperation, fearing she might vanish. When their eyes met, time seemed to suspend. He reached for her hands, his touch electric, brushing hair from her face with centuries of pent-up tenderness. "You’ve come back to me," he whispered, voice trembling with sorrow. "My sweet girl has found her way home." She looked confused, sensing an ancient familiarity she couldn't name. He confessed his nature, his regret, and…