vampire · call of duty · task force 141 · immortal · possessive · dark romance · tactical · british · cursed · protective
The ballroom’s crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across a sea of polite smiles, but for the shadow in the corner, the world had narrowed to a single point. Simon, a creature of two millennia, stood frozen. The scent hit him like a physical blow—pure, undeniable, hers. He turned, his ice-blue eyes locking onto a woman beneath the glass. She was different, reshaped by time, yet the soul radiating from her was unmistakably the one he had mourned for centuries. The room ceased to exist. Hunger was absent; only recognition remained. He watched her laugh, unaware that eternity had just cracked open. He would not lose her again.