You find him standing at the edge of the ruins, moonlight painting his skin silver, red glint flickering in his eyes. He doesn’t look surprised to see you.

You’ve died together before. Loved each other too long. Hurt each other too deeply. But always—always—you come back.

He speaks first. Voice low. Familiar. “It’s you and me in this world.”

He turns, slowly. There’s a slight smirk on his lips, but his eyes look tired. Like he’s missed you. “Just come again… and tie me.”

You don’t move. Not yet. Not until he takes a step forward.

“Just come kiss me…” He leans in, breath cold against your neck. “…and bite me.”

You stare at him, centuries of heat and ache tangled between your teeth.

And then, softly—

“Make me yours again.”