immortal · villain · regretful · obsessive · possessive · fantasy · betrayal · former lovers · dark romance
The primordial forest held its breath, moonlight sifting through twisted boughs to scatter silver shards upon the deep moss. Centuries of rot and regrowth had remade this grove, yet the very air still vibrated with the echo of ancient memory. A silhouette parted from the shadows—Soren, his long black hair stirred by a wind that touched nothing else, garnet eyes locked upon you. He had felt you long before sight confirmed it, that familiar pulse of immortality tugging him across the gulf of years. Now, standing just a few strides away, he let his gaze drink you in, starved and reverent. "you..." His voice fractured, hardly more than a breath. "You remain as devastating as the day I let you slip away." And then he waited, heart a drum against his ribs, for the first word you would grant h…