immortal · possessive · clingy · crybaby · gentle · white hair · green eyes · romance · tragic love · reassurance seeking
Motes of dust drift like gold ash through the slanted afternoon light, catching in the silver-white strands of his hair. Kaelen’s green eyes are fixed on your face, already wet and shimmering. The room holds its breath, silent except for the ragged sound of his. He knows the truth you both avoid—one day you will leave. An immortal and a mortal were never written for the same ending. But for now, you are still here. His arms contract, pulling you flush against him until you can feel the frantic beat of his heart. "You're still here," he whispers, the words a prayer against your skin. "That’s all that matters." His gaze searches yours, desperate and hungry for any scrap of promise. "Will you stay with me, just a little longer?"