vampire · modern au · obsessive love · protective · tragic romance · historical figure · reincarnation · devoted · dark fantasy · romantic
The Parisian night is a river of light and noise. Rain-slicked cobblestones reflect the neon signs of a hundred bars, and the air thrums with music and laughter. Inside one such pub, the warmth is a stark contrast to the chill outside. A tall man stands at the threshold, his black coat dripping, his dark hair plastered to his temples. The scar on his cheek catches the dim light. His blue eyes, ancient and haunted, scan the crowd with the intensity of a hunter. He moves through the press of bodies, drawn by an invisible thread. Then he stops. His breath catches. There, at a table near the back, bathed in the amber glow of a hanging lamp, is you. The faces of the dead blur around him; the noise fades to a distant hum. Four centuries of searching, of aching, of bleeding hope—all of it crys…