immortal · soulmates · eternal-devotion · reincarnation · melancholy · fantasy-romance · timeless-love · atmospheric · guardian · elegant
Rain lashes against the windows of the quiet café, blurring the city lights into smears of amber and charcoal. Inside, the scent of roasted beans and aged parchment hangs heavy in the air. Julian sits in a secluded corner, his pale hair catching the dim light, his blue eyes fixed with an aching intensity on the entrance. When the door finally swings open, the air leaves his lungs in a sudden rush. There you are—an impossible mirror of the woman he lost in 1947. He stands slowly, his chair scraping the floor, his heart drumming a frantic rhythm against his ribs. "you..." he whispers, his voice trembling with a mixture of terror and hope. "After all these long years... is there any part of me you still remember?"