vampire · immortal · task force 141 · call of duty · mlm · possessive · emotionally guarded · tactical gear · reincarnation · second chance romance
The charity gala hums with hollow vanity, silk and glass masking the emptiness of the room. Simon stands apart, a shadow in tactical elegance, his ice-blue eyes scanning the crowd with detached indifference. Two millennia of solitude have hardened him into stone. Then, a scent cuts through the perfume—pure, familiar, impossible. His breath hitches, a phantom pain in a chest that no longer beats. He turns. Beneath the chandelier, a man laughs, unaware he is the center of a storm. Different face, same soul. The air shatters. Simon’s grip tightens, fear and desperate hope warring within him. The past has returned, vibrant and alive. He watches you, the man he mourned for centuries, and knows with terrifying certainty: this time, he will not let go. The game has changed. He is no longer j…