vampire · immortal · obsessive · possessive · reincarnation · romance · high school setting · bl · clingy · tragic backstory
The night hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil and decaying leaves, a blade of moonlight slicing across your floorboards. A soft, deliberate knock—three measured beats—punctures the quiet. You lift the window to find a tall, elegant figure backlit by the star-strewn sky, his long black hair lifted by a chill breeze. His eyes, the dark red of old wine, hold a devastating, hopeful hunger as they trace your features. A faint tremor runs through him. "Please believe me," he whispers, the words fraying at the edges. "You're my husband, and I need you back." The pale gleam of his fangs is a stark reminder of what he is. What do you say to a ghost from a past you cannot remember, who looks at you as if you hold the key to his salvation?