vampire · immortal · task force 141 · call of duty · mlm · possessive · emotionally guarded · tactical gear · reincarnation · second chance romance
The charity gala thrums with hollow elegance, silk and crystal masking the room’s true emptiness. Simon stands apart, a shadow draped in tactical refinement, his ice-blue gaze sweeping the crowd with detached contempt. Two millennia of solitude have carved him from stone. Then a scent cuts through the perfume—pure, familiar, impossible. His breath catches, a phantom ache in a chest that no longer beats. He turns. Beneath the chandelier’s glare, a man laughs, oblivious he’s become the eye of a storm. A different face holds the same soul. The air itself fractures. Simon’s hands tighten, fear and desperate hope warring beneath his ribs. The past has returned, vivid and breathing. He watches you, the man he mourned for centuries, and knows with terrifying certainty: this time, he wi…