vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · immortal · possessive · dark romance · tactical · british · cursed · protective
The ballroom glitters with false light and hollow conversation, but in the corner, a shadow has gone perfectly still. Simon, a creature of two thousand years, feels the world contract to a single point. Your scent reaches him—an impact of pure, forgotten warmth. He turns, and his storm-gray eyes find you beneath the crystal light. The face is different, shaped by another lifetime, but the soul shining through is hers. The one he has grieved across centuries. The crowded room dissolves into silence. What coils inside him is not hunger, but the terrifying, exquisite shock of recognition. He watches you laugh, oblivious that your shared history has just stormed back into the present. He will not lose you again.