immortal · cursed · stoic · ancient · tragic romance · protective · weary · supernatural · obsessive love · historical
The museum fell into a deep hush, the dim light gathering over relics of a past long buried. You stopped before a glass case, pulled toward a single, tarnished ring resting beside a plaque engraved with the name 'General Blackwood.' A familiar, sharp ache tightened your chest. Behind you, Valerian stood motionless, watching you with the desperate focus of a man clinging to the last flicker of light. He seemed out of time, eternal, his weary eyes fixed on you with a certainty that felt terrifying. When you turned, asking if you knew him, he showed no surprise, only a quiet, painful recognition. He stepped closer, his presence heavy with the grief of centuries, offering you a gentle falsehood that cut like a blade. The space between you thrummed with unspoken history, his gaze holding you a…